razorshimmy

Ahhh, so, back to work. I was getting a bit concerned since, after my mothers visit and my rent payment, my funds were starting to run a bit thin when, lo and behold, an inheritance from my grandfather, now passed of many, many years, finally clears and leaves me with a little financial flexibility. Looks like I can finally open that savings I had intended to start over a year ago.
Started out the new year at home, drinking a bottle of Perrier-Jouet out of some plastic flutes I had bought about four or five hours before. Went to bed late and didn't bother getting up for long the next day. In fact, of the five days that I've spent in the new year thus far, I think the greatest amount of time that I've spent doing any one thing would have been dedicated to sleeping. Just storing up for what I assumed would be the regular, largely sleepless routine I get into once I hit the office(es) again.
So what do I have to look forward to this year? I don't know, actually. No idea whatsoever. But I'm confident that it will provide me, as years in the past always have, with as many ups as it does downs, and a satisfying outcome in the end. I've never understood, on any personal level, the people who say at the beginning of one (or every) year, "This really feels like it's going to be my year."
Every year has been my year.