Conveniently, my birthday falls in a December. Hence, it is a reflection of what I did for 2004. I went to London with my sweetie. I toured Northampton and Vermont with my sweetie. But I also had my first major fight with my sweetie. Also, the poly drama was at an all-time high in 2004--part of which led to said fight. Long story.
This year, I have a job that's starting to wear me out mentally, socially and financially to the point in which I'm searching for something better. I have less sanity, less money, more debts, and fewer friends than I did last year. The fact that my family imploded didn't help matters. Nobody in Miami is in the position to celebrate. It reinforces the assumption that I am alone from them here in New England which is a different world from what my family members are used to.
The stress is starting to show in me physically. I look older. I feel older. I'm not the high school valedictorian ready to take on the world. I'm not even the recent MIT graduate ready to take on the world. 2005 will be in time for my 10th high school reunion. We'll see.
Hopefully Sean Altman can cure the birthday blahs and blues