Goddamn, I'm sore from sprinting around downtown--eight city blocks, jaywalking, running down the middle of a city street, the wrong way--four times, without warming up.

I'm disappointed that we couldn't find my friend's boyfriend, forget all the searching that we did, at all, for midnight.

Hey, I'm dejected that I never got a chance to kiss my anyone--rather, I had my chance but passed it up, thinking there'd be more.

But.

BUT.

I know my soreness is for a reason, and I helped a friend--or at least, I gave it my absolute all. I tried as hard as I could, and I have no regrets.

I know that I treasure my friends, for sure, and that we rock SO hard, and know how to stick together.

So it's bittersweet.

But so is life!

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you, and a toast to life, love, and elation!