Venucians love talking about their feelings. They can go on and on about them and it's great because it makes them feel better. Most Martians, myself included, are not so (directly) expressive of themselves. I am generally quite articulate about how I am feeling (it helps my writing), but the more personal it is the more it drains me to share. I wrote a rather lengthy letter to Ora after we had a few awkward moments in a conversation today. I wanted to clear something up and one thing lead to another and one paragraph to eight or ten. I shouldn't have hit "send" because after I did, I didn't want to think about it again for a long time. However, she is generally good at responding promptly, so as I was at the Charlie Robison show tonight, it was lingering in the back of my mind that I would probably come back to quite a response.

I was not disappointed.

Blogging tomorrow will either be light or heavy, depending on if I'm absorbing or avoiding. Probably the former.

Last new year, I lit a cigar and toasted a Budweiser to the new year. My resolution was to leave behind 2001, which was a pretty tough year. I succeeded.

Now if I can just leave 1996 behind.