Is it 2011 now? I had no idea since my head was in a toilet for the last 4 days. I saw fireworks, though. I mean, real fireworks. Not like...I puked so hard I saw stars.
Anyway, I'm feeling better, but still painfully unproductive. I bought new curtains, a tablecloth, and a wine rack, so clearly I'm ready to enter my mid-to-late-twenties. But as far as writing and garnering inspiration goes, I may not be ready for much. I think my voice is changing again and I need to let it fester.
I'm wary of the new year. I don't usually have good luck during odd years/even ages. So in 2011 I'll be 26, and I expect it to be a terrible shit show. The sequel to 2009/24. Boston has settled me, though. Maybe it'll be good.
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