Truth #1: It sucks that my only potential party for New Year's was cancelled.
Truth # 2: It sucks that my parents are ringing in the New Year on Irish time at a bar.
Truth #3: This could mean, however, that I spend the first seconds of the new year with the love of my life.
Truth #4: Or, I could spend it with my mother's family.
Truth #5: Writing a paper/being alone of New Year's Eve is quite anticlimactic.
Truth # 6: I miss her. So fucking much.
Well, bring on the New Year. Any better than '08? Not so far.
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