Heri ya mwaka mpya

So far 2011 ain't been easy.
I've been working long nights on a cool story project with thad, falling into bed at 2 a.m. and getting up four hours later for all day work meetings.
I started a language class--I'm 101 level and everyone else is 102--and sit there petrified the professor will call on me.
I found out a friend no longer is one.
My boys have been sketchy.
My shrink read a text during our session.
Retrograde Mercury, so I hear.
I wasn't alone in this. It's been a week of high drama and low behavior.
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Existentially, I am alone.
Creatively though, I live among the best of friends.