It wasn't that it was a bad year; in fact, in many ways, it was a good one, but all in all, it was very, very hard. When I said this to SMS on top of Calabassas Peak yesterday he said "What year isn't?!" and I thought, wow, he's right. I am constantly amazed at how hard it is to be an adult. It's much harder than I thought it would be.
So as if to kick me in the pants for deriding it, 2007 has left me flat in bed with my back thrown out. I would however like to report that I do have very good friends because within 5 minutes of discovering this, I was offered Naproxen, Darvocet and Oxycodone. Good friends indeed. I opted to start with the least scary, Naproxen, and am currently propped up in bed typing with Henry The Cat on my chest and Mae The Cat next to me giving herself a bath. My hope is to get this under control enough to go out for sushi tonight, but I'm not making any promises.
So a typical December 31st post would include a recap of the previous year, a top ten list or two, maybe some things I am grateful for and a few hopes for the new year. I'm not sure I have any of that in me right now. . .In fact, I think I am severely lacking some perspective these days.
I think I'll just leave you, and 2007, with some pictures from the last week. My mom was visiting for 8 days and then my cousin arrived. Here are some highlights:
(Susan P. backstage at Wicked, Buddah at Norton Simon in Pasadena, Me and SMS in Venice, Susan P. and me at The Getty, SMS and Susan P. outside Vitello's, Cousin Andrew at Calabassas Peak)
You should have taken the small, round yellow pills! They are the best. Maybe save them for when you want to sleep. I promise, you will wake up a new woman...
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