It's the end of the year and I know it...

Well, it’s the end of another year. Another 364 days behind us. And another upcoming new year’s eve to suffer through. I think, in retrospect, the theme for this past year, at least for me, would have been “out of sight, out of mind”. I am reminded at this time of year, as I am every year, how most of the time I am not thinking about coming home to an empty house, or how I’ve wasted most of the year by myself, or how there wasn’t anyone around to witness the truly amazing things I did actually manage (I’m looking at you, balancing lcd monitor on my chin), but for some reason, at least for me, every year at the end there is a window. It never fails. I can see through it clear as day, what I’m missing out on. And then I have to suffer all the smarmy as$hats on tv kissing their special someone at the stroke of midnight, ensuring the coming year will be full of laughter and joy for all… makes me want to get all homicidal. I think next year, I am taking the last day off … maybe the last week of the year… just so I don’t have to suffer any of the season’s curse. It never fails, something bad always happens at the end of the year. I’m just waiting.