Buh-bye, 2011

Half day at work today.  I had a lot of good conversation with a relatively new co-worker also from the "outside world".  It's nice to occasionally get confirmation that you are not going insane and that some of the goings on where I work are abnormal.
I can't leave though. Okay, eventually I will probably get fed up and leave, but man.  Four day work week?  Pension?  Five weeks vacation?  Sigh.
Met up with C for lunch at Bimini's: it's reopened!  Oh, but now it's called "The Bimini".  That just sounds stupid.  Kinda like when Joey Tomato's went to Joey's and then to Joey.  "I'm going to Joey tonight.".  What the fuck does that even mean?
I had quinoa salad and lectured C about BCSPCA certified meat.  Our conversation went like this:
Me: "So I am going to try and only eat BCSPCA certified meat in the new year, because you should know where your meat comes from."
C:"I agree totally."
Me:  "Because the animals are kept in totally barbaric conditions and their life is a literal hell until they die."
C: "Yes.  The cows on my farm have a nice life, except for their last day."
Me: "It's just utterly cruel and I can see how people hunt as an alternative.  At least those animals have had a nice life instead of suffering until the get slaughtered."
C (who I have derided for hunting in the past): "Yes, go-tard.  I'm glad that, after arguing with me about hunting for years, you finally get the gist of it and I will applaud that you have finally come to the same conclusion that I came to eons ago but I will still commend you for being years late in your thought logic.  Also you look kind of chubby."
Me: "I will have more wine."
Then I went and visited with my mom and then I came here but... here's the latest and greatest: my scarf came!
If you follow the intimate details of my daily existence (which you should because it's fucking riveting) you will remember the Great Lost Scarf Debacle of 2011.  Anyways, the new one came yesterday and it's even prettier than it was in the picture and they even sent a catalogue from Heatherington and Hooper which I thought was very nice.  I mean come on, I send a whiny email and they photograph some scarves and I pick one and they ship it to me from Smithers?  That's a fun story.  Depending on what your idea of fun is.
Right.
2011.
Fuck you right in the ear. 
The lost year (one of three).
Michael comes home tomorrow and I am so excited.  I want to put this year behind us and I want to work on our future.  I am excited and happy about the future though I do realize that it's all well and good to be happy and excited about things: it's being in the proverbial shit that matters.
Cohabitation starts on January 1st.  As does a brief stint of sobriety which should prove hilarious.
Oh, Duder!  Do have another cup of decaf herbal tea.  You're so funny when you're talking about the load of laundry you did today and the conversation you had with the elderly woman in the organic produce section and how you went for a run and then came home again and how you got up at 7am without a headache and you knew the name of the man beside you!