Every year, at this time, I tend to do one of these about the new year. Something about looking back at a year, most of them bad so far, and then looking forward to a new year, and some guff about how maybe it'll be good, or more likely about how the coming year will probably be worse, trying to be either right or pleasantly surprised.
And I suppose this is technically more of the same, just without the basic creativity of doing it as a short story.
But I'm just tired. Of this year and just plain sleepy too.
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