everyone is grandly happy about the new year and making resolutions and booklists. wish i could be happy about the end of the year and relieved about the start of a new one, except we're still in this semester. all i hope for are the small things: may the rest of this semester be less fraught with bad episodes, may i consistently have one of three: writing well, eating well or sleeping well, and the next semester goes far smoother than this one. and that i can go home before june. am now thinking of taking a short-term grad school loan if i have to to pay for a plane ticket. oh well. going to feed cat now and try to work a little.