With clockword correctness, the century's close climaxes with the culmination of the semi-cessation of my characteristic Sagittarian carnal cravings, seemingly snapping me from a somewhat catatonic conscious state to encountering a surprising new sense of clarity, but I digress, since a consensus of the world's citizenry conforms to a non-Gregorian calendar, and the same convivial Millenial celebrations shall commence again in a dozen months as capitalists conspire to convince a captive audience of concurrent closings to our calendar. Like sands through an hourglass, 32 years have gradually gone, each granule of experience destined to colour my future as I begin this second incarnation. A toast of champagne, a deep breath, and somebody flip the damn hourglass !!