yes, i’m up at nine am on a sunday - i’ve been up, in fact, since about six thirty this morning. i was talking with tycho about the subpage design for penny arcade and then just didn’t feel like going back to sleep.

jim’s not home - he went to long island yesterday for a family dinner thing and ended up spending the night. it’s apparently quite a bitch to get between long island and brooklyn - my only experience with that epic journey is the time jim and i went to sphere one friday, and i recall it being a royal pain in the ass indeed.

so it’s new year’s eve, i guess. don’t know what we’re doing tonight. there’s not a whole hell of a lot going on in manhattan - a fetish party somewhere, and supposedly astral projection are playing [or such was the murmur on rec.music.industrial] but i don’t know any of the details and it seems rather late to get tickets. jim and i are invited to a party one of his friends is having, i think - but i don’t know if we’re going. it doesn’t really matter to me - as long as he’s around, i’d be perfectly happy just renting some movies and staying in. last year everyone was in a millenial frenzy [amusingly enough given that this year is 'the real milennium'] but this year seems to be just not a big deal. fine by me, quite frankly.

i’m trying to gather the resolve to get dressed and go out for coffee and a bagel. it’s only about five or six blocks but damn is it cold out, and my bed is so very warm. i’ll get a caffeine headache soon if i don’t get something in my system, though, so i think i’ll just go trudge over there now.