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historically, my feelings on new year's have been meh. i've had one really great one, a 2-3 pretty good ones, and the rest were useless. then i got this job, and this time of year became full-on cursed. my first year i had the flu, for the only time in my estimation, and i was finally starting to recover when my supervisor texted to tell me the client i'd been working closest with passed away on nye. second year i found a client i cared about very deeply dying in their apartment and i spent the holiday drunk and crying on my cat. year three i was twitching the entire time and a news alert made me think another client died. they didn't, and i realized once i saw the photos (including a group shot which my client was IN, and they shared the same first name), but i was triggered as fuck.

so it's year four. i'm going to DC. i'll visit the smithsonians i haven't gone to yet and eat at least twice at my favorite breakfast place. fuck new year's.