1.1.2003
 
So. It's finally 2003.

Call in all those debts because after today no one will claim to remember them.

This year wasn't eventful in the least bit. The family (sans grandma with pink-eye) played ten rounds of mah jongg, then everyone broke to work/do whatever.

I even missed the countdown while in my room reading. Dad came in mid-chapter and handed me a glass of champagne.

If today is any indication of how the rest of they year will be like, someone slap me. Hard.

I miss last year already.

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