I could sum up our NYE party, but I am ashamed at how many cookies I ate. And how Justin and I failed at our first NYE kiss because he went to sip his champagne before kissing me and I said you're doing it wrong! I could tell you about how I farted in front of Justin for the first time, or how a portion of our NYE party conversations revolved around to/not to fart in front of your significant other. And how we watched The Grey and it was really odd and also, Liam Neeson is rad and Dermot Mulroney looks good in hipster glasses.
But I don't feel like it.
It's not that I don't like 2013. It's that I don't feel like doing this thing right now. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week.
My irrational anxiety has been through the roof lately. Irrational meaning I sit at my desk and experience the WORST heart palpitations you can imagine for no significant reason at all. And then I get all bent out of shape because there is no reason for it and then I just spiral. And then I go home and lay on the couch and make Justin rub my head until it all passes.
So for now I would like to not force myself to write, and wait for it to come to me. I would like to get my anxiety under control. And I would like to never accidentally fart in front of Justin again. Key word: accidentally.