…of 2005, of course. It’s about 6 hours away, at least here on the currently rain soaked but oft-times sunny isle of Puerto Rico. Some of my friends, like KV, have already celebrated New Year’s about seven hours ago. Some are probably celebrating it about now. Still others won’t celebrate it until an hour after me – but the point is, it will be celebrated, or at the very least acknowledged.

It’s just one of those things. There’s really nothing different between today, yesterday and tomorrow. Nobody died, nobody was born, the days ain’t their longest nor are the nights. December 31st is really just the end of the month of December – an arbitrary figure altogether, – which happens to be the last month of the year. So we celebrate New Year’s Eve, though in truth it should be Old Year’s Eve. One doesn’t celebrate the coming of the new year until midnight (or so, ‘pending on how late your watch is.)

And people sit and make resolutions and look back upon the year and they say goodbye to those things they didn’t like and celebrate the things they did like. I originally planned to sit here and list out the good and bad of Ot-Five, pros and cons, as it were. But that’s fallacious – as if I could possibly name all of the goods or all of the bads, for that matter. Suffice to say, 2005 was, in the end, an eventful year: I graduated, fell in love, witnessed my father succesfully battle cancer, went to law school, broke my heart, lost my grandmother, met up with old acquaintances, buried past grievances, and likely made some new ones (grievances and friends, both.) I’ve gone from living in a home in what translates as the suburbs to living in a small college town in Indiana to big city Boston. I know now I’ve got friends who’re never letting go, and I’ve no interest in letting go of them. And that there’s a girl out there I know I’ll always love.

2005 was an eventful year. Heck, I’d even label it a good year, on the personal scale. ‘Course we also got some of the worst natural disasters in recent memory, wars, riots, corruption, business as usual. So at the end of the day, it’s neither good nor bad. It just… is.

But… I will remember it. At the end of the day, that’s really all that’s left to do.

Oh, and it also gave us Serenity, and I got introduced to Firefly. So, again, good year personally.

My brother gave me his old iPod, having acquired one of the new iPods with video capability. I am happy. ‘Twas rocking out to Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a Prayer whilst seeking out pharmaceuticals and chinese fried rice. Good times.

Definitely not in a Mal Reynolds mood. In fact, if I were to liken my current mood to any ficticious character at the moment, it would almost certainly be Strahd von Zarovich.

That’s right – I’m feeling like a sardonic, evil, bastard of a vampire with a short temper and a fantastic sense of irony.

Tell tale signs of this mood: blasting hard rock, my engine’s hot from running at a constant 80 mph, and I’m still up despite the fact that I’m not really talking to anyone and it’s closing on 2 am here.

Rest will come soon, I hope.

I’m in a Firefly mood, which is always a good thing, because it mostly means I’m in a good place in my life. Lately I’ve been feeling more Cap’n Tightpants than any other of my moods, which, if you know me enough to be able to tell the difference, is fantastic. Not to say things have been, say peachy, simply to say that, at the end of the day… well…

At the end of the day we’re still flying. Crew’s battered, but they’ll get patched up. She’ll fly me true.

He stared, defeated, into the mirror. A voice called out to him from behind, How dare you judge the sins in others that you see within yourself?

His cold eyes never shifted from the reflection, never changed. They simply stared, unwavering, unrelenting, the cold, hard truth staring hard at his face. “Because,” he answered, after he let the echoes trail away into the darkness, “they are my sins. Mine. I do not trust others as far as I trust myself.”

The voice laughed, an echoing, roaring thing.

He had made a mistake. He recognized it, but let it sit. He had no answer.