Happy New

I’m kicking 2015 to the curb and yelling “Good riddance!”

I’m also sitting in my pjs under two blankets with tea and seriously contemplating just curling up in my chair for a nap rather than drag myself upstairs to bed.

I’m also waiting, again, to find out if anyone knows where b is. Or if he’s sober. Or in the hospital. because that seems to be how I spend the last week.

Come on 2016. Don’t let me down. You’ve gotta be better than this.