New Year’s Eve is almost here and I’m not as expectant. Usually this time rolls around and I’m itching to fond some new place to be. I long for some new adventure each year. Plans have been repeatedly made by various friends to do a Vegas New Year’s.
But those plans have consistantly been broken.
Life-stuff can be tricky and distracting. It likes to make you think that whatever you have going at whenever time is the most important task around. The trouble with that scenario; it’s only right about 20% of the time. All the rest is distraction and bullshit.
Damn. This whole concept of annual death and renewal is totally messing with my head at this late hour. That and I’m dangerously circling a mean attitude funk.
I’m all old and boring this year.
Time to go outside.
