I just realised I hate December but this is somewhat offset by Christmas. December is such a bleak month, when you realize that its the end of the road, when you realize that the year is in its death throes and you think of everything you wanted to do at the start of the year and failed.

Well this is the end of the road. Next year would never be the same again. I am burying, together with this year, a whole lot of dreams of the future, memories of the past and illusions of the present. Quite frankly, this year has been horrible.

Unless my luck changes in whats left of it.