It's just a flip of the calendar. I don't understand why New Year's Day is such a, for the lack of a better word, meaningful holiday. Happy New Year's! Don't really get the enthusiasm. The only thing exciting to me about tomorrow is that I get to  write "12" instead of "11" after the "20". 

Strong-willed and disciplined are all but not a farce.

& it's nights like these that keep me up.

Today is the day British-Americans committed high treason. The crossing of the Rubicon. The day the British colonies declared themselves no longer to be subjects under the Crown. A lamentable moment in history, did the Founding Framers believe to be authoring. The dream to be forever an expansion of the formidable British empire was no longer attainable, as barely half of the 56 were willing to trade a chance of happiness and failure for their own death warrants. And dead-man-walking Hancock, flambouyantly taunting George with his signature, had to be the cherry on top. 

But being Americans, their voices had to be heard. No taxation without representation. It rings so well in our ears, but in a click-to-buy, drive-thru America, we no longer remember what that means.