And tomorrow will be the same, too - me on my own, bumping along the bottom, no-one to talk to, no-one to see. New Year's Eve, New Year's Day, February 25, May 11, whatever random date you like, it's all the same to me. To be fair, most of it is self-inflicted, given my borderline social phobia and my aphasic speech, but it's hard to drag myself out of that rut. K will probably ring me tomorrow (hangover permitting, she's not her father's daughter for nothing!), but that's about the only likely patch of blue sky I'll see to welcome in 2023.
Still, there's no reason for anyone to be as negative as me, and I hope everyone has a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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