2002-01-02 | 5:45 p.m.

sometimes corduroy licorice would get all bent out of shape. yoga will do that to ya.

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i feel like a kid again.

a kid going back to the first day of school.

just like a kid on vacation, my holiday break felt like it was stretching on forever. and forever is a mighty long time. but i'm hear to tell you. there's something else. the after-holiday blues. things are much harder in the non-vacation after-holiday zone, but i'm dealing wit the back to work ish pretty darn well.

i savored my time-off something fierce! i wallowed in it! i slept in! i saw great and sucky movies! i spent quality time with pals 'o' mine and the family unit. i wrapped presents 'til the cows came home. i took walks and runs and felt gratitude for every little bit of it.

i toasted new year's by myself with champagne and truffles (the chocolate kind, not the pig-detected type...although if you were to have stopped by my pad that night you might have detected a pig yourself. nah, i just nibbled and sipped.) in honor of the last moments of the year, i rewatched wilt stillman's metropolitan and giggled at the pretty and pithy dialogue. i could have spent new year's at a friend's cozy party or out with my sis and her posse, but i felt like keeping it like a secret. shhh. soft as molasses and just as sweet.

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