Okay, I'm alone @ home. In a while I'll go upstairs and change the year with my parents and brothers. After 1 o'clock local, a few friends will come over for a few drinks, change-of-year chat and perhaps some card playing.
The last day of 2009 was like the rest of the year for me: Hectic.
I consider the year now passing, a bad year for me. Good things happened, particularly bad things didn't happen (particularly good things didn't happen either, however.)
So my main job went very very well, much better than any of the previous years'. I didn't have a money problem, thank God. The new year will probably be as good on that matter.
I remained fat, dammit. Can't get the better of my greedy mouth, it seems.
I wrote less. Way less. My stories were (I think) much better than those of the previous years', I give myself that. But I had too little time, and too little mood to write. Bad thing. Very bad. Very worrying.
Also, after seven years, as of this November, I'm living apart from my partner, for reasons out of our control. It might change soon, or it might not. Our new living-together will probably mark a painful conflict with my parents. Bad thing. If we don't live together again soon, we might split up. Even worse thing.
I really don't know what to hope. Don't get me wrong; I want to hope. I want many things to change in my life, and I must find the balls to change them.
So thank you for the ride, 2009, and go fuck yourself, by the way.
2010, welcome but don't be a bitch. Please.