Happy new year, Bitches! Here's to a better year.
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Nora, I'm so sorry.
Happy New Year!
I did that thing again where I made way too much food. It's all done and just needs to be put out tomorrow before people arrive. So tired.
And, Happy New Year to all of you who celebrates it. Hell, I would have had celebrate it if it would promise a better future.
I got rebuffed at the door.
You can always come and party with me. Not that I ever understood what "party" really means, looking at other people who are doing it and convinced they're having fun, but we could always improvise.
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I did that thing again where I made way too much food. It's all done and just needs to be put out tomorrow before people arrive
I say we invite sj, too.
The operation in Gaza finally got on every nerve I have. Be over with the killing, already?
It's 2009 in our time zone. Happy New Year!!
MM, you got that transporter working? It would make it a lit easier to hang out with Shir.
Just after midnight here. A very Happy 2009 to us all.
Happy new years, y'all.
Thanks for all the sympathies and brackets. It means a lot that you guys are kind of here with me. I'm away from Tom and my sister and my mom are gone now too. I am not feeling particularly expressive right now, like words are completely inadequate to describe what's going on (although of course they are not, really, I'm just to tired and overwhelmed to work out what they are). But it all comes down to: this sucks. And is weird. And is crap. And sucks some more. But is part of living I guess. It's just generally a messy end, you know, leaving people forever.
I drank sambuca tonight and I believe I will regret it tomorrow. But, que sera que sera. Or sometin' sometin'.
May there be peace and prosperity in the New Year, growing more than we expect it.
((((Nora))))
HOoray for home and the good drugs, GC.
And a very Happy New Year to you all, lovelies!
We've dumped the corpse of 2008. Speaking of corpses, now begins the 20 day countdown to the end of the Shrub Presidency.