2004-12-16 - 9:40 p.m.

Amazing exuberance and illusions of granduer, enlightenment zooming around the moon like a rocket. Overnight, I've become a ghost, wandering through life affecting nothing and myself remaining unaffected. Doing all the right things, and I am still nothing. Even if you say all the right words, eventually people will get bored of listening. But right now, I am riding one of the crests of life, the peak of existence, and being propelled high enough to be able to look behind me and see everything I've ever loved. I've spent all night talking to old friends, reminiscing about "the good times," because I've spent all of my life having good enough times to reminisce over.