It doesn't matter why it was the worst New Year's Eve ever, because I don't celebrate it anyway. In fact I spent nine hours that day selling tickets and setting up decorations for some other party that I wasn't going to be attending.
Only to come home and have a year's worth of emotional resentment blow up in my face.
But somehow I'm moving past it, and things are good again.
In 2009 I get to reclaim my life.
HaKodesh Baruch Hu.
14 January, 2009
01 January, 2009
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