On NYE last year, I was bemoaning the shite year that was 2008. I was positive 2009 would be better, as it could not be any worse.
Not so. There are many stories which when stitched together, create a patchwork quilt of 2009, but it’s a pretty ratty, filthy and scratchy one.
Unemployment, miscarriage, suicide attempts, heartache, headache, toothache, weddings of exes, stolen belongings, hospitalisation, blackouts, brownouts, a successful suicide attempt, moving, false accusations, tattoos, piercings, mess, birth, dead fish.
And probably more but I’m so tired that my eyes feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets any time soon.