Holy shit the decade's nearly over

It is another year. I believe that year is the two-thousand-and-ninth since the birth of Our Lord and Savior, as reckoned by a Dark Ages monk who was off by three to six years. 2008 was a bad year, speaking both personally and collectively for the nation/world. However the trend in my case was from rather bad to rather better, while the collective trend was from slightly bad to fucking terrible. So I'm hoping that my well-being and the well-being of every else as a whole is in some manner inversely related to one another, because Lord knows, the Word made Flesh approximately but definitely not exactly 2009 years ago knows, the train to Shit Town has only just pulled out of the station. I'm figuring 2009 will make the year recently concluded seem like receiving oral sex while piloting a diamond-encrusted automobile along the peppermint-paved road that weaves lazily through Teddy Bear & Hashish Forest. I base this inverse-welfare idea on nothing really, just the two opposing trajectories of 2008 and I suppose its fitting well enough with my own bilious conception of myself--suffering as others prosper, prospering as others suffer. I return to college in two days. My sabbatical will have lasted approximately 49 weeks. My fate, I feel, rests in my modest daily dose of Klonopin. And Campral. And a couple other psychoactive drugs. Science protect me!