Funny little sentence that one. Confortingly ambiguous. I wasn't refering to dying in a glorified and overly dramatic way (although similar thoughts pass through my mind at times), I was actually refering to the mere ending of the year. And what an ending this was. An ending of many things, things ending much more unexpectedly than a year.
I sit here, flooded with ideas but I find myself more concerned with catching my breath. Add a breakup to a cold and you get something really nasty, I kid you not. I shiver when I'm not cold and I sweat when I am. My kingdom for some anti-anxiety meds. But anyway.
Due to my newly discovered marital status, I'm waging I'll be pretty busy this next month what with the sobbing, uncontrolable drooling, outburst of manic histerical laughter and the running around trying to build a new life for myself. So, for once, I'll actually have a good excuse for being absent from here. Or I may just find the outlet soothing and start writing all the time.
Luckily for me I hear the gaming community is just ripe with sexy men who get paid tons of money. They better start lining up.
Happy New Year.
May 2012 spare the world so it might end a bit better than 2011.
