I cannot wait for New Year's Day. It's the best holiday. Even if I'm hungover, I always feel new and fresh on New Year's. It's arbitrary, of course, to feel new. It's all in the mind, but so are we.

That reminds me of a professor who said to one of my classes that dreams don't really have a narrative strand. He said that people just experience abstract stimuli like colors and sounds, and the mind makes a story out of it. At first I felt saddened by this, but then I realized that right at that moment, all I was getting was a mess of sensory information, and that my mind was putting it together. Heh. I thought of that a few beats too late to raise my hand, though. Probably just as well.