2002-01-01 || 6:11 p.m.

|| 2001 to 2002, phew. ||

in honor of that superstition that says new year's day is an indication of the rest of the year: woke up in sleeping bag with a hip hurting excrutiatingly thanks to a dangerous combination of dancin to old hip hop in a garage in the sunset, getting the 'beat down' on a couch on divisadero, sleeping on a hard hard hard wood floor. walked down a hallway in last night's clothes and terrific morning hair and no contacts ('state your name. i cannot see you for all the fuzziness.'). read the paper and drank coffee with steamed milk handed to me by nice people and ate the fluffiest waffle handed to me by nice people (the year 2002 will be paved with waffles!). listened to fabulous music and tried to compose my best albums of 2001 list, although old albums popped up and i couldn't keep the years straight. lounged about and felt positively sticky (no shower. no toothbrush. horrific breath, i am sure.). slipped out onto divisadero street, walked a bit up the panhandle, alone and happy and swinging my umbrella in a rodgers and hammerstein type way (this is the year of the self-inflicted musical.). made a beeline for a distant friends' house, rung the bell, peeped through the window but no one came running down to open the lobby door for me. walked down sidewalk, looked through windows, searched city gutters for 2002 treasures. slipped back into the flat on divisadero street to lounge about a bit more. got a lift home. felt worn out from the night before,

(for the record new year's eve 2001 was absolutely lovely. all that naysaying and i lucked out. muni rides to the sunset, a party full of very nice people, drugs that had absolutely no effect on me, dancing and dancing, champagne in the backyard as a homemade disco ball was lowered into the shy beginnings of 2002. clamoring back to the haight arm in arm and jackets flung open, the company of nice strangers, playing parlor games until the sleeping bags were rolled out and one by one we all fell silent. hooray.)

happy, dehydrated, a bit sleepy. content with wandering around apartment in pajamas and a coat with plans to maybe paint or work on the story.

(there are other parts. but perhaps the year 2002 will be the year jenny keeps some secrets.)

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