January 2, 2009 5:37 AM

Yeah...my New Year's celebration was just like this....

Back in the day, people would ring in the New Year the old fashioned way: by scoring an eight ball, buying a $5,000 VIP table at a Miami Beach party hosted by a fancy young rap impresario, and having sex in a jacuzzi with a half-dozen hot Brazilian models while smoking cigars made out of hundred-dollar bills.

The dawning of the New Year has never been a particularly big deal for me. Honestly, about all it really means is that I have to buy a new calendar and I have the opportunity to watch a few football games...that I don't really much care about. Oh, and it's also a day off work. Other than that, it's really just another day, and certainly not one I'm normally inclined to celebrate. OK, so my morning Oregonian had 2009 after the date this morning, but other than that I haven't really noticed much of a difference. The sun rose in the same place and at roughly the same time as it did the day before (at least I think it rose; it's been grey, dreary, and rainy or most of the past week or so).

This year, it turns out that my low expectations for New Year's Eve was a very good thing. After being visited by the Migraine Fairy a little over a week ago, she's apparently liking the accommodations enough that she's decided to extend her visit. I spent yesterday lounging around my apartment feeling as if I'd been ridden hard and put away wet. I've always been a morning person, but for some reason I've been taking it to ridiculous extremes. On New Years Eve, I was wide awake at 245am, and yesterday it was 4am. I suppose part of it is the stress from work, where the recent snow and ice has taken my workload to unfairly ridiculous levels. There's still only one of me, and I can only be in so many places at one time...uh, ONE, exactly.

I have to work today, and while I'd love to call in sick, that's really not an option. My goal, then, is simply to get through today as best I can...because then I have the weekend, which can only be a good thing, right?

Is it beer-thirty yet?? ;-)

I'm not looking for much, really; I just want my head back. Is that asking for too much??

Update: Nope, just couldn't make a go of it. Looks like the Migraine Fairy wins this round....

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