I really don’t remember having a good time in 2 years. I think the last time I had fun at a party (defined loosely) was in 2002; make that, late 2001. But then again, I don’t think I had time to party in 2003, or the willingness or opportunity in 2004 – so far.

Somewhere along the line, I lost me. I remember being here in 2000 and 2001, but, somewhere in 2002, I lost me. I lost a lot of other things then too; but I miss me the most.

I just can’t find myself here. I have to get away. If I stay here much longer I am going to lose my mind, and then this imminent ulcer will be the last of my problems.

I haven’t much liked the holidays in the past 15 years, but every time I get into the spirit of things someone manages to ruin it for me. Like the Christmas when almost everyone in my family forgot that I existed. Nice! I didn’t forget a single one of them; took my time getting something that would be special to each. They all forgot; and to make matters worse, they tried to act as if they hadn’t.