Phoenix, AZ
Age 30

I’m so psyched. I don’t know why, specifically, all I do know is that I have warm, happy and wonderful feelings for 1996 when I really thought I’d feel bummed out and like nothing good would come. Maybe it won’t. Maybe ‘96 will be a dead year, but right now I’m feeling just fine, unlike last New Year’s Eve, and that’s just fine with me.

Tom and I watched the ball go down which I love to do and now he’s in bed.

Yesterday I was pissed cuz the drawings faded big time on the very first shirt I did. The one I wore to Dave & Mary’s house on Christmas. So, early this morning Tom ironed the 3 I just did really good to melt the dyes into the fabric. I did a really beautiful flower drawing on one, patches of all the different colors on one, and my 22 song titles on one in different colors. I also put the years in that they were written.

The barometer is falling, but are we gonna get the much-needed storm once and for all? The weather line is fucked up. When I tried calling last night and tonight it just hung right up on me.

Speaking of phones, Andy told me that some service giving you the number of the last person to call by hitting *69 is free till 1/25. It even gives long-distance numbers, but after the 25th it’s 75¢ a trace. They even make caller ID give long-distance numbers, but before it would just say “out of area.”

Now I get to use the beautiful cat calendar Kim sent and see a new cat picture each day. Also, our monthly dog calendar that’s in the kitchen.

Well, now I’ve written for 10 different years and 10 different ages. Wow!