Rough sex with the corpse of Linus Pauling

Pillow talk about vitamin C and peace. This will be my last post of your year-mine will end only next tuesday, on my 31st birthday. My calendar trumps Gregor's, anyday.

I'll be out tonight, wandering the streets and playing with my knife-of-the-mind. Good to keep sharp, but given blades' recent betrayal, it wouldn't be surprising to find my closest edge blunted-or broken-by tonight's attempt to whet it newly sharp. Been years since I did this. I'm all old friends and nadirs lately.

There are any number of you I hope to see tonight-I'll say hi, really. Those of you I don't...I miss you, and I'll miss you more come midnight. Happy New Year.