Happy New Years.

I'm so fucking sick.

I hate the night shift for making me more vulnerable to disease. I hate my mother for giving me this illness. I hate Wal*Mart for making me go into work tonight so I can get my holiday pay, the morally bankrupt bastards.

I hate the sicks when your throat hurts so badly you can barely swallow a pea, let alone your own saliva. Usually this sort of pain is united with aching muscles and a serious lack of energy. I know this frustration all too well, as I had it last year, at the exact same time.

Andrew's warming blanket has done me good today.

When Andrew got home from the New Years party, happy and silly from his two Colts, bottle of Champagne, six beers, two coolers, a bottle of Shlitz and some sort of banana flavoured liquour shot, he climbed into bed and lovingly whispered into my ear that he was glad I was with him this New Years. I awoke disgruntled and while I tried to hide it from my drunk boyfriend at three in the morning, he was still alert enough to notice and we had a long talk about Krista.

I felt like a bit of a bitch for it. I don't like being the girlfriend that wags her finger at her boyfriend for having friends that I don't like. It's hard to be partial to women like her, knowing that Andrew is good friends with her, and also knowing that she's a giant scumbag. I do feel justified in my disliking of her. I've met her many times and each time I left the party a little less fond of her, more so because she's a freakishly odd woman and her bulging eyes scare the shit out of me. Yes, I'm that superficial, sometimes.

Andrew squeezed me tight and assured me that him and Krista are only friends because of who she married. I guess the two of them get along as well as her and I do and while she may have the hots for Andrew, he has no such thing for her. And him telling me that was enough and that was the end of that pile of crap.

We had crazy asssex till five in the morning. My bumb is still aching from it.

I slept till fivePM the next day. We had Andrew's free-range turkey that he purchased for two twenty a pound, the crazy bastard. I think he liked it so much because it cost him so much. I didn't think it was the greatest bird in the world, but I'm spoiled. My parents are good turkey cookers.

We left for Welland right after dinner. The ride home may have been my favourite part of my time with Andrew. It's nice to be able to just talk to my boyfriend. To sit in a car with him for an hour and a half and talk about whatever. He's such a clever boy.

Despite Krista, I had an enormously fun time with Andrew's friends for New Years. I'm a bit annoyed with myself for acting like a stereotypical woman and feeding off my anger so quickly, but it's hard not to do when you're in a room full of people you don't know and you're deathly afraid of making the wrong impression.

But things always work out it seems. It's a comforting sign for the future.