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the year ends, as most years do, and i once again kept last year's resolution, which was to not become a crack whore in 2004. i'll renew that pledge, here and now, and resolve not to become a crack whore in 2005.

i had a mostly wonderful new years. or, maybe partially wonderful. i watched some Tivoed ER episodes, ate at panera bread, went grocery shopping, opened a joint account with Light (which is a weird, weird feeling, but a really nice one), passed out. History stopped by, with a gift and a disappointing (to me) schedule, and for whatever reason, the combination of disappointment, being asked to decide what to do, premenstrual, headachey, taking my meds late in the day, etc, etc, etc, made me start weeping uncontrollably.

i retreated to the bedroom quickly, and proceeded to cry myself sick. after a perfectly timed interval of leaving me alone, light showed up, and i sobbed myself half to sleep. lyric rubbed my back the rest of the way into sleep, a miracle which included her returning almost full mobility to my right shoulder.

(the kitten is currently curled in my pile of stuffed animals, and the other two cats look like they fell asleep in the middle of twister in the bowl chair in my bedroom. light's next to me rereading all of ps238)

she and he went to go fetch indian food and strawberries while i slept more of whatever it was plaguing me off, and then we watched Dodgeball, and went over to currently nicknameless people's house bringing four bottles of champagne, some neat cheese, and proceeded to eat a lot of cheese and talk about everything, including offensive jokes and discovering how to make me really, really blush. i passed out, shortly after new years, and woke again a couple hours later, to pet an incredibly pretty woman's hair, and then take lyric and light home, (for furture reference, light is an absolutely adorable drunk.)

the year was good, washing a way a lot of baggage, intertwining my life with Light in a way i never thought i'd have the inclination, much less the emotional ability, to try. a new kitten, a new couch, Sanguine, whose importance i wish i could explain. hitting my one year anniversary of notsmoking, teaching myself to cook. i'm not good at this summary thing, which is in part why i try and write it down as it's happening. there's good, there's bad and i'm still here, and i'm going to keep trying to move forward. which sounds super corny when i put it that way.

(no subject)

the year ends, as most years do, and i once again kept last year's resolution, which was to not become a crack whore in 2004. i'll renew that pledge, here and now, and resolve not to become a crack whore in 2005.

i had a mostly wonderful new years. or, maybe partially wonderful. i watched some Tivoed ER episodes, ate at panera bread, went grocery shopping, opened a joint account with Light (which is a weird, weird feeling, but a really nice one), passed out. History stopped by, with a gift and a disappointing (to me) schedule, and for whatever reason, the combination of disappointment, being asked to decide what to do, premenstrual, headachey, taking my meds late in the day, etc, etc, etc, made me start weeping uncontrollably.

i retreated to the bedroom quickly, and proceeded to cry myself sick. after a perfectly timed interval of leaving me alone, light showed up, and i sobbed myself half to sleep. lyric rubbed my back the rest of the way into sleep, a miracle which included her returning almost full mobility to my right shoulder.

(the kitten is currently curled in my pile of stuffed animals, and the other two cats look like they fell asleep in the middle of twister in the bowl chair in my bedroom. light's next to me rereading all of ps238)

she and he went to go fetch indian food and strawberries while i slept more of whatever it was plaguing me off, and then we watched Dodgeball, and went over to currently nicknameless people's house bringing four bottles of champagne, some neat cheese, and proceeded to eat a lot of cheese and talk about everything, including offensive jokes and discovering how to make me really, really blush. i passed out, shortly after new years, and woke again a couple hours later, to pet an incredibly pretty woman's hair, and then take lyric and light home, (for furture reference, light is an absolutely adorable drunk.)

the year was good, washing a way a lot of baggage, intertwining my life with Light in a way i never thought i'd have the inclination, much less the emotional ability, to try. a new kitten, a new couch, Sanguine, whose importance i wish i could explain. hitting my one year anniversary of notsmoking, teaching myself to cook. i'm not good at this summary thing, which is in part why i try and write it down as it's happening. there's good, there's bad and i'm still here, and i'm going to keep trying to move forward. which sounds super corny when i put it that way.