Okay, here I am. Pretty buzzed. I am still typing pretty well, even though it is taking a bit longer.
[And damn the revisions that I’m making in the re-reading. Holy moly.]
It is nice to resume some normalcy in this house even though so much has changed. I am taking this as my New Year’s since the actual date will be pretty dull. I am glad to spending this time with a friend. D, with whom I am hanging out tonight, actually suggested a time off from the men folk and the fact that I will have no one to romantically kiss on the falling night of the Old Year seems to be a pretty good sign. One: that I won’t be attached to anything that might hold me back and two: that everyone else can move themselves on from…well…me. Ha.
Okay, let us list the alcohol consumption for the night. Not nearly enough to curse previous ancestors tomorrow morning, but enough to make me enjoy Howl’s Moving Castle just so much more.
“Now what? A death ray?”
“Would you stop guessing the damn movie. Jesus.”
One and a half cups of Gluhwein.
One Jager Bomb.
One mix of half of glass of Southern Comfort and orange juice. Oh my.
Random statement from D, “My hands smell like pizza.” A pause. Then a bit of giggling.
Merry NaDruBloDa all!