Well folks, this new years eve I will be heading to the cabin with the B929, Porter and my winemonkey. We might be accompanied by one other couple, but the odds aren’t likely. I think we are all secretly hoping for it to only be the four of us. Not because we don’t like the third couple, because hell - they are a lot of fun, but because it would mean more food (read: crab cakes ala Winemonkey, cioppino, raw oysters, and homemade cookies) and more room. Our plan, of course, hinges on whether the freeway is flooded apparently.

I usually take time at the beginning of the year to assess what has happened in the last year or three.

I think that I have made it through scandals of lies, losing one of the two friends. I think about how much I miss the Big A and that I want to call him everyday. I wake up and think “is today the day I break down and do it?” I know that I would be setting myself up to get hurt all over again, but I miss him something fierce. Something more than I can explain to you or even myself.

I moved again this past year. This was the move where I misplaced a bunch of my things. I went from living in a dorm room in 2000 to having an entire apartment filled with my stuff in 2004 to living in two people’s houses, one storage unit and a patridge in a pear tree. But really. Moving sucks. Don’t do it.

I saw my parents three times this past year. One more time than was expected. And with every visit, there was that bittersweet goodbye. I love my parents, but one of the two is high maintance and I have spent my whole life trying to please that person. And every time I see him it just gets harder and harder. And he gets himself into a position where apologies really should be given but he can’t suck it up and do it.

I wrote 1.5 chapters of my thesis. In all reality, I should be halfway finished. I hope that I can get myself overly motivated for the beginning of January. I really want to get out of here so that people can stop asking me when I am finished.

And finally, in the health department, I have one malfunctioning thyroid and one lumpy boob. The thyroid has been medicated for about six months now and I can totally feel a difference in how my body functions. No more sleeping for 9-10 hours and still feeling tired. No more clumps of hair clogging up the drain. It has been a good change. The boob is another story. I haven’t written about it, mostly because I haven’t had the appointment yet, but the lumps are still there and so I have to make the appointment with the boobologist. They will do their needle thing and make sure that everything is as alright as a lump can be.

For my resolutions? My running joke is that I was going to stop procrastinating, but I got 364 more days to go, so why start now?

But honestly, that should be my goal. So maybe it will all work out. I don’t know.

Anyone else have a resolution?

I would love to hear it.

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