I woke up New Year’s Day and felt better than I had in over a week. This is a new sensation for me. It probably means I didn’t have as much fun as I could have but it also means that for once I start a new year without a crushing hangover. The possession of which is probably the stupidest way to start a new year possible. However, with the enforced good times expected on the Eve, it seems impossible to avoid. Yet avoid it I did.
I will try harder next year.
New Year, same old crap. From one perspective, the new year eerily resembles the old. From another perspective it’s ripe with possibilities.
One thing is absolutely certain – good or bad – the new year will certainly be interesting.