theres reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last
New year's eve was very pleasant and happy for me. First, work let out early due to the crazy snow that was happening starting around 10am. We closed at one, and i went to Shaw's to get some food, and, unbeknownst at the time, some really fucking good red wine. Once I got home, I slept for 3 hours, then woke up to clean a bit and put my sheets in the wash (they were a bit wrinkly and 2008ish)while making dinner (spaghetti with lemon peppercorn and bison meatballs). I started a fire, drank some of this new awesome wine and just sat around listening to PJ Harvey for a good 2 hours.
I still cannot get the time difference right, despite living here for 5 years. I called my parents at 10:59 EST to count down the new year with them, but when I said that, there was an awkward pause on the phone, and then "Its only 9:57 here." wow. an hour ahead of chicago laur, not an hour after. please, lets focus.
I'm sure I have some resolutions, but I haven't really sat down to think about them or write them down yet. I know a few things that need to be on that list, but I'm going to wait a few days before I think about them, just to enjoy the new year without expectations.
Anyway, I'm switching between 2 of the new years specials on tv and talking to random friends on the phone (btw, jeff called drunk, and he is totally the cliche drunk boyfriend on the phone), and watching the fire, and drinking this awesome wine, and I became so aware of how happy I was to be inside and nicely fed rather than out somewhere in the 8 degree weather.
I listened to a new years special on the radio and watched a naked pornstar on HBO give sex-tips, and then I went to bed (though not before hearing my drunk neighbors being silly and making up stories about them in my mind). By the time I went to bed, the orangy parking lot lights outside my window were beautifully lighting my room. I fell into bed, so happy and comfortable, and slept until 1:23pm today. Such a nice beginning to a year.
Now, if I hadn't stabbed myself with a knife when I woke up, it would have been an even better start to a year. I'm not going to even write how I did that here, since it is the stupidest thing ever. I didn't bleed out, and thats all you need to know. I need to smudge/bless my kitchen already; never have I been so clumsy and self-injuring than in this kitchen. None if it is my fault. Maybe the knife thing, but nothing else.
I now wish to go to bed, read, and fall asleep until I need to wake up for work.
I feel like I'm 40, but I'm not sure I care right now; its too cold outside to be young and rambunctious.
I still cannot get the time difference right, despite living here for 5 years. I called my parents at 10:59 EST to count down the new year with them, but when I said that, there was an awkward pause on the phone, and then "Its only 9:57 here." wow. an hour ahead of chicago laur, not an hour after. please, lets focus.
I'm sure I have some resolutions, but I haven't really sat down to think about them or write them down yet. I know a few things that need to be on that list, but I'm going to wait a few days before I think about them, just to enjoy the new year without expectations.
Anyway, I'm switching between 2 of the new years specials on tv and talking to random friends on the phone (btw, jeff called drunk, and he is totally the cliche drunk boyfriend on the phone), and watching the fire, and drinking this awesome wine, and I became so aware of how happy I was to be inside and nicely fed rather than out somewhere in the 8 degree weather.
I listened to a new years special on the radio and watched a naked pornstar on HBO give sex-tips, and then I went to bed (though not before hearing my drunk neighbors being silly and making up stories about them in my mind). By the time I went to bed, the orangy parking lot lights outside my window were beautifully lighting my room. I fell into bed, so happy and comfortable, and slept until 1:23pm today. Such a nice beginning to a year.
Now, if I hadn't stabbed myself with a knife when I woke up, it would have been an even better start to a year. I'm not going to even write how I did that here, since it is the stupidest thing ever. I didn't bleed out, and thats all you need to know. I need to smudge/bless my kitchen already; never have I been so clumsy and self-injuring than in this kitchen. None if it is my fault. Maybe the knife thing, but nothing else.
I now wish to go to bed, read, and fall asleep until I need to wake up for work.
I feel like I'm 40, but I'm not sure I care right now; its too cold outside to be young and rambunctious.