I can barely remember the last time I thought the start of a new year was something worth celebrating. For a long time, another year passing was just another reminder of how long we'd been on the run, another reminder of how long it'd been since the war began. After we settled on our Earth, I lost nearly all sense of time passing. I counted the days at first, but soon enough I realized there was no frakking point when I was the only one around. All that mattered was night and day, nothing more.
Monday will be interesting. Looking forward to it. I hear this city has the best party.