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51/108: Envoi
Dec. 31st, 2024 02:49 pmToday, like some ragged, homeless guy wandering the indifferent streets, is slowly muttering its way to oblivion, much as the sorry year it will end. This is traditionally the day for looking back and recalling what has passed during the year, but I'm sure I'd never live long enough to want to spend any time looking back at this dyspeptic belch of pathetic, empty, and ruined days. But I guess I might seem a bit disgruntled. It wasn't all bad. I think I made a couple of halfway decent waffles, and I don't think I ever ran out of beer. And I think there's a good chance I caught up with almost all the sleep I've ever lost prior to this year. I mean seriously, I'm sleeping a lot these days.
Drat! I got distracted and totally forgot this again. Ah well, at least it will be the last time this year. But since I've been up since about eight o'clock this morning I think I'm soon going to crash, and I'll probably sleep through midnight. It will be the first New Year's midnight I've missed since I was a kid. Maybe there'll be noise nearby that will wake me up, but I've been sleeping pretty soundly lately so maybe not. At the moment I'm thinking about microwaving a frozen dinner. I'm hungry but certainly don't feel like cooking. Microwaved ravioli and a nap seems an appropriate way to end this year. And beer, of course. My customary Guinness, I think, since I probably won't be awake to drink it at midnight. Damn, senility is sad.
Somebody nearby just set off a firecracker. I guess I'm not the only one who can't wait for it to be over. Don't let he door hit your ass, 2024. And if you see baby 2025, stick a shiv in him for me. I've got the feeling that brat will be a real troublemaker and we need to weaken him as soon as possible.
Drat! I got distracted and totally forgot this again. Ah well, at least it will be the last time this year. But since I've been up since about eight o'clock this morning I think I'm soon going to crash, and I'll probably sleep through midnight. It will be the first New Year's midnight I've missed since I was a kid. Maybe there'll be noise nearby that will wake me up, but I've been sleeping pretty soundly lately so maybe not. At the moment I'm thinking about microwaving a frozen dinner. I'm hungry but certainly don't feel like cooking. Microwaved ravioli and a nap seems an appropriate way to end this year. And beer, of course. My customary Guinness, I think, since I probably won't be awake to drink it at midnight. Damn, senility is sad.
Somebody nearby just set off a firecracker. I guess I'm not the only one who can't wait for it to be over. Don't let he door hit your ass, 2024. And if you see baby 2025, stick a shiv in him for me. I've got the feeling that brat will be a real troublemaker and we need to weaken him as soon as possible.
