There are a few things I've never had the nerve to do.
Like quit my diary.
Like dying my hair blonde.
Like making one phone call...
Sitting in the car today, somewhere on the road to the mountains, something about A Long December struck me. Listening to this look back on a bad year and hoping the next one would be better meant a lot to me. December comes in August. There are 2 weeks left in the year and, I realize that I've missed something I haven't talked about enough.
I forgot about midnight last December, and thought it might be a bad omen. It meant nothing. At the end of this december, August 31, 2002, I'll be awake to ring in the new year.
I will make the call just to make the year complete. Whether you pick up or not.
Sequels are never as good viewing as the originals, because the actor is settled into the role. I've been writing a book for a year, and it's finished. This page marks the end of "Book 1: A First for Everything" and the end of this epilogue. Through a depressed september, an eventful autumn, a relaxed December and a tense and miserable 2002, the first saga ends, and I hope it was better reading for you than living for me.
A long december, and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last