Unless I am extremely exhausted or have been awake virtually all night then I cannot sleep as a of late. Once again I find myself getting out of bed after a period of mind racing thoughts has sped me out of bed.
The one thought among many that got me out of bed this time was that I was going to be alone on New Years Eve. I fucking hate that. Last year I avoided it by being with my parents on my Dad's 80th birthday. His birthday is New Years Eve. Historically New Years Eve has been my favorite holiday due to the inherent attribute it instills on me to reflect and think back. To reflect and think forward. I get off on crap like that. I like it. I love it. That's why I hate New Years Eve now. Of all the holidays it is the worst to be alone on. In my book anyway.
That scene in "When Harry Met Sally" when they are together on New Years Eve. I love it. That is beyond wonderful. Everyone should experience that wonderfulness on New Years Eve.
Fucking holiday. I'll be glad when it passes.
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want to have a date this new year's? I'm thinking we could hang out, be obnoxious, be just a tad holier-than-thou, you know what I am talking about...
Well, you will have to hop on a plane and get here quick but that still does not leave me enough time to clean up this dump I live in! Online that does not matter, of course. LOL!
Happy New Year Zooty!
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