Okay, so it's not a particularly happy one for me. God, I don't even want to be writing this. I should just close this up, pick a DVD to watch and pop it into the computer. And I will. But I just want to say this:
Where the hell are my friends? I seem to have lost them all and I can't remember where, exactly.
I'm okay with staying home alone, I really am. Going out to parties is WAY too exhausting for me. Even going out to Prospect Park to see the fireworks, again, too tiring, though not as much, somehow. It depends on the weather, really. But I'm not even invited to parties anymore. Not for years and years. And years. Decades, even.
I'm not sure that I want to say that next year will be different, because I'm sure I've said that before and, frankly, I'm not sure I've got the energy to take the steps necessary to make things different in my life. I've got other things I'm trying to accomplish in 2007. And I'm going to blog about them...tomorrow.
So, anyway, my choices are: "Prairie Home Companion" (RIP, Robert Altman), "The Great Ziegfeld" or, a recent purchase, "Desk Set"--which is really more of a Christmas movie, but that's okay. Because it's entirely possible that what I'll really watch tonight is "The Bishop's Wife", in spite of the fact that I watched it last week and parts of it when I was trying to make some new software work a few days ago. I just love it, it's wonderfully old-fashioned and there's Cary Grant and ... well, yeah. And it's early, I can watch that and something else, too. And then there's tomorrow.
See ya next year.
P.S. I'm really not as depressed as the beginning of this post makes me sound.
