2009 Sucks. Bring on 2010.

The last year and a half has been my karmic reward for the indescribably sad and awful period I experienced from 2002 to 2008.5, with the nadir starting on New Year’s Day, 2007.

I mean, it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, and there have definitely been some pretty wretched periods, but I wouldn’t trade a single day from the last 18 months for the best month from the previous five and a half years.

Sometimes I kinda wish I could get my twenties back, but I’ll settle for being 31 with a nicer car and more money.

Fuck the aughts. Bring on the teens.

2009 was easily the worst year of my life so far, and with any luck at all, it will be the worst year ever.

2009 sucked pretty bad. 2010 is not looking promising in some respects, but it might end up being a lot better than 2009.

2009 had its good points, though. I’m not whining about my lot in life.

2009 was the year after my sister died (still dealing with fallout from that) and the year my mom found out she had stage IV lung cancer. I’ll be surprised if she makes it through 2010. As sad as 2009 was, 2010’s going to be worse, I fear. Can we skip to 2011?

2001 was far, far worse for me. 2009 wasn’t that bad by comparison.