In Retrospect

I have to say, I’ll be very glad to see the back of 2009. It’s like 2008 – both were spectacularly sucktastic years. (2008 saw the startup that I’d been working on fail, leaving me thousands in the red…and without a job. In 2009 I was working, but at a job that I hated. Still hate, in fact.) Here’s hoping that 2010 is a much better year for us all.

2009 wasn’t a great year for creative projects – I completed very few personal projects due to the exhaustion of the job and long commute.  There is one special project that I am still sort-of working on…although the longer I leave it without actually getting stuck in, the fuzzier it all gets.

We got a few Christmas cards, and didn’t send out a single one. We are mean-spirited holiday Grinches. Or just bone lazy, one of the two.

We somehow acquired four cats. Four. Cats. Including one who weighs 26lbs who likes to sit in my lap, or laying along the top of my hip and side if I am lying on my side watching a movie. Afterwards I seriously need a chiropracter.

I read a lot of books. A LOT of books. I need a proper library somewhere in the house, one room completely lined with bookshelves. And a comfy reading chair and a good lamp. The only things I need to be really happy.

I played a lot of Aion, even taking a week of holiday for headstart weekend. In the final stretch before level 40 I quit…I couldn’t face the grind any more. The bots were everywhere, and NCSoft customer support is the worst of any game company ever, in my experience. Horrible. I still feel a bit betrayed by Aion, actually. It is a stunning game, and the early levels are a lot of fun. The grind in later levels is a killer, though.

I got burned out on Warcraft, stopped raiding and became a social member (read: wanker) of my guild, had a long break, and then started playing Horde-side and found a new love of the game. I’m having a lot of fun now.

I missed my family, a lot. I wasn’t able to go home in either 2008 or 2009. I WILL be going home for a visit this summer.

Fitness levels have fluctuated, culminating in a embarrassingly slothful holiday period where I ate EVERYTHING. The cats were nervous around me, lest I decide to grab them, smother them in brandy butter, and eat them all up. The new year will be different. I’m now staring at a package of plain, sliced chicken breast and cottage cheese. Oh, goody.  :/

All in all, 2009 was the year of surviving…nothing more, nothing less. 2010 will be a year of doing things.

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