I am tired, and though I can not fall asleep just yet, having just returned home from the New Year's celebration at Dave and Phil's place and needing to wind down for awhile, I have not the mental focus necessary to write here the wishes for the New Year that I have for you all. And so, I will borrow some words from Neil Gaiman's online journal, that I feel work rather well. Perhaps later I will come up with my own:
"May your 2002 be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in 2002, you surprise yourself."