2008 has past, and I am somewhat grateful and mildly surprised I can add yet another year onto the collection. It was a tough one, with a few twists and turns, but I made it through. Onward to 2009! The year was started off right with a dull ache behind my eyes and my hairs all astray and my head a foggy, clouded confusion. Having my very first hangover (I blame the cosmos. Sweet drinks aren't my specialty.) doesn't bode well for the rest of the year. Not remembering most of the previous day, as I am wont to do when vodka is about, doesn't exactly bode well, either, but I am not so concerned with that.
I do remember cooking and eating and cavorting with friends, weaving a web of lies, smoking pomegranate shisha and other, unmentionable, substances in my new hookah (Which ended in the carpet being mildly torched, but that is another story), and falling about a lot. Eventually, when everyone else had fallen asleep and even the powerful amount of alcohol couldn't cure my insomnia, I attempted to brew tea. Half of this, I remember. It only vaguely recall the kettle boiling and the next recollection was pouring more vodka into my teacup, my mum forcing my to go to bed, and then the morning comes.
Which brings me here, to texting people and apologising for 3 am, slurred phone calls. Strong tea (Oh, my love of Earl Grey has no bounds.), a bit of artisan bread, and the miraculous healing powers of limeade have cured all but the swirling of my head. Tomorrow brings exciting plans.
2009 is an empty journal, and hopefully, this year will be filled with interesting people and new places and memories that are worth remembering.
My resolutions? I will live every day to the fullest. I won't let writers block wreck such havoc on my life. I will make my dreams a reality.
Maybe I will lose twenty pounds and find a new love.
If I have time in between all of the life living and dream fulfillment I will be doing.
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