fuck both years, old and new

Hard to say what's more depressing--looking back or forward.  This year, I didn't finish anything I wanted to, and stuff I tried either didn't work out or worked out with some fucking monkey paw twist.  Stuff around me that I have no control over and that I hoped would prove stable, fell apart.  Will next year be any better?  Shyeah, right.  So I'm just drinking by myself (not in celebration, in case that wasn't clear), only I've gone a little faster than I stocked up for, so now I'm down to Theraflu (which I actually do need, as I'm sick as a dog).  Better luck to the rest of you!