all the wind in Manhatten

I'm tired.

Actually, I'm exhausted.

I spent NYE with Ja Pix, the Engineer, and Pix's
roommate. It was quiet, no boozing because I forgot
my bottle of wine at home, and I almost missed the
breaking of the new year because I was outside smoking
a cigarette.

How very like me.

Today, we headed into Manhatten to pick up Rat Bastard
at Penn Station and to meet up with Miss Janette.
I saw Grand Central Station for the first time in my
life and was awed by the constellation paintings on
the ceilings. There's even tiny lights set up in them.
Most keen.

I also had the dubious pleasure of seeing the second
worst toilet stall in my life. My gag reflex, what's
left of it, was overly excited at the sight of it.
I can't imagine what would possess a person to do
such a thing. The only worse thing I've ever seen, of
that nature, was at an outdoors rave I attended
two years ago. However, that was caused by numerous
people.

The cats are going mad again.
My feet are killing me.
And my hair is most likely irreperably tangled from
all the wind in Manhatten.

A keen thing I saw today was bits of confetti still
drifting through the sky around Times Square. I wanted
to pick up the pieces of shiny silver and stick them
all in my pocket. But, I knew in a few weeks I would
put my hand in my coat, find them, and not be able
to remember where on earth they came from.

A few years ago, a different Tara would have put them
into her memory box for safekeeping. A different Tara would
have clung to the memories and looked in on them from time
to time to be sure they were warm and happy.

The Tara that I am today is more than a bit different.
I don't think I want to remember anything, ever again.

Ever see the movie Memento?