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some things you lose, some things you give away:
Goodbye to 2006, by far the worst year of my life. I've waited for New Year's arguably since 4 a.m. January 1 '06, but I held out hope then that things would turn around. By June 16, 2006, one of the worst days I've ever experienced -- nope, this year needed to end. But it ground on, relentlessly spiraling into ever-worse permutations of all the evil it had represented so far. So many times in 2006 I've tried to calm down by reminding myself of the billions and billions of people whose lives are infinitely worse than mine. Still, this year, from beginning until (almost) end -- no good.
Part of me feels like crying. Not merely because the year is ending, but because of the awful prospect that 2007 might be even half as miserable as 2006. Let's make this promise: we won't let 2007 get to that point. If we can't control it, let's accept that we can't control it. Happy New Year. --Spencer Ackerman
Spencer: I'm sure it doesn't remotely compare with whatever it is that you are referring to re: January 1st and June 16th, but for me, anyway, your heading is oh so apppropriate, since truly one of the most painful things of 2006 for me was the "indefinite hiatus." (I know this means that in the grand scheme of things, 2006 wasn't so bad for me. And we did take back Congress, no small thing. Still.) |