January 1, 2007

What's good about this year so far: seeing it in with my man, and getting my first ever New Year's Eve/Midnight kiss for good luck.

What sucked about the Midnight thing: my shoulder and arm were fine if I was laying down, but as soon as I sat up to be able to drink my sparkling grape juice and get my kiss, they started feeling like the muscles were being torn apart, so I sat there for a full minute going, "ow, ow, ow, hurry up and drop the ball, damn it, ow, ow, ow. Okay kiss, sip, lay down. Whew." It was not fun. But it was nice to not be alone on New Year's Eve for a change. Also, Dick Clark makes me sad. I should feel all empowered at his progress and how he comes out to do this thing even after his stroke and all that, but instead, I just got sad. I was actually happy to see him send it off to Ryan Seacrest and whoever that girl was.

And now J has gone back home, and I'm here alone. Kate (my fat cat) is yelling at me because she wants me to pick her up, but I can't right now because of my sore shoulder and arm. It's completely quiet here other than her meowing, which seems strange, and I'm suddenly not used to being alone. I liked having J here a lot. Like, he could have just continued to stay here and I would have been fine. Which is very weird for me. Could it be that I have finally grown up enough to want to share my life with someone? Strange!

Happy 2007!