If only because it means that I'm less than four weeks away from release. I was locked down at 10:45, and lights out at 11pm on New Years Eve. Mike and I sang Motown hits like "My Girl," "Motownphilly," and even did a rendition of "War" that went (imaginatively): "Work! Furlough! (Good God, y'all) What is it good for? (Absolutely) Nothing!"

We had visitation allowed on New Years Day but I didn't summon my parents, feeling bad for them to have to come on that day. I didn't want to ruin whatever plans they had made, and I (wrongly) assumed that I'd be able to see them on Sunday. I didn't because of the rain, which certainly made my ride this morning a little wet. After I hit my first major puddle, I decided fuck it and I just hit all the puddles. Good thing I've got a hybrid bike.

Being locked up for all these holidays made me realize the importance of celebrating everyday like it's a holiday. What's wrong with just giving gifts? What's wrong with just giving thanks? What's wrong with just being together with people you like? For all of you out there who gets to spend the holidays with your friends and loved ones, hang on to them. Hang on to them with two hands. You never know when circumstances will change that will alter your ability to exercise this simple luxury. I mean, you can't always stay up to keep watch. My New Years resolution is to celebrate more often and not be constrained by the chronological landmarks imposed by a Gregorian calendar. I got the Roly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon...