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Happy New Year

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Two hours into 2011 and I really should get to bed.

No. What I should be doing is drinking with friends. Spending time with the SO. Celebrating.

Instead I’m on the couch by the fireplace, writing this post and drinking wine right out of the bottle. Glasses were so twentyten. I suppose I’m supposed to be happy with the start of another year and all the possibilities that wait for me.

But I’m not. I’m just sitting by the fire and drinking wine from the bottle.

Tonight I had a number of people tell me that this was going to “be my year.” Because the years before it so weren’t mine. This is my year because of a certain possibility. It’s not something guaranteed… it could fall through the cracks for all I know.

But it’s there. Tangible. Possible. I’ll know next week.

‘Til then, I’m going to enjoy this.


Written by stereotypicalone

January 1, 2011 at 03:07

Posted in Random

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