OH THANK FUCK.

[apocalypsos]

Only five and a half more hours, you guys, and then our year-long international nightmare of a clusterfuck (aka 2009) will be OVER.

I was supposed to go to my cousin's tonight, or at least I thought I was, but I'm not. Instead I'm about to make myself dinner and curl up with the Twilight Zone marathon, and then it's writing and Yuletide reveals after midnight. (Anyone who wants to take any more guesses at which three stories in this year's Yuletide festivities are mine, this is your last chance. The only clue I'll give is that nobody's been right yet, and I know at least one of you people has recced me without knowing it. Heh.)

I was going to set fire to a 2009 calendar for a bit of catharsis, but instead I'm going to greet the new year and the new decade in a mood that I'm hoping will be a sign of things to come -- calm, comfortable, and writing, writing, writing.

I think I'll save the getting-plastered for tomorrow.

Comments

[ficangel.livejournal.com]

Dude. I'm on my second round with the wine today. If 2009 were a person, I do not have enough bail money for what I would do to it.

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

I fell asleep and missed midnight altogether. I'm pretty sure that's a reflection of my feelings about 2009 as a whole. ^^;;

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it turned out that's what I did, too. Good riddance. That's exactly what that lousy year deserved -- a complete lack of attention.

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

For me it was more or less the whole latter half of the decade. -_-;;

I may turn around and do a cathartic good-riddance Photoshop piece later or something, but for now? HAI 2010!