Jan. 2, 2003. That seems so weird. This new year seemed to come and go with so little fanfare, that I might have missed it. No one was throwing any big bashes, no one had any big exciting plans to ring in the new year. Most of my friends stayed home and fell asleep early. Wonder if it's an epidemic or just a testament to the fact that me and my friends are getting old. Speaking of which, nearly all of my relatives who wished me a happy new year also stuck in there that they hoped I'd get engaged this year. What?! Sheesh. What pressure. I'm only 25, for Pete's sake. You'd think I was 39 the way they're going on.