This cannot be a good sign.

I believe in omens, I really do. I believe that truth can be found in seemingly random occurrances. I believe in a greater meaning.

So why can't I sleep?

I think I know.

1995 was the year I graduated from college. It was the year I moved to San Francisco to start my new life. But it was still the year on my diploma.

Not anymore.

Now it's 1996 - exactly 26 hours into 1996 - and, somehow, everything's changed.

This is the first year of the rest of my life and I have to make some changes.

1995 was a year of much trauma for me. Losing love more than finding it. Losing directions and finding new ones. 1995 was the year I discovered the web and was taken its prisoner.

Now, a year later, here I am spillng my guts to it like some kind of cyber-confessional. And I'm not even a Christian.

Religion is dead, long live the web!

I haven't made any New Year's resolutions. Maybe that's what's eating me. Last year I resolved to have more fun. I'm not sure that I did.

This year maybe I should resolve to hold on to my resolve. I'm worried that the flames of idealism I so carefully kindled in college can't exist out here. I should resolve to keep dreaming in a world of people who've stopped.

Maybe that's what I should do.

Maybe then I could sleep.