It's 2:19, A.M., December 28th, which happens to be two days before my birthday. I will be turning 17.

Milestone? Not really. R-rated movies don't seem like an afforded right that is worthy of celebration.

It's, 2:20 in the morning and I'm alone, in the dark. Too awake to sleep; too tired to stay up. An insomniac's Purgatory, and a situation I find myself in often.

It's three days from 2009, and, as cliche as it sounds, I've been reflecting alot on the past year.

To make a long story short, 2008 was a failure. In most senses of the word.

(audible sigh)

Here's to another year...