Our last ever New Year’s Eve, going into 2019 — aka the worst year ever, from start to finish. Far, far, far too many deaths of family and friends. Too many widow(er)s. 💔
“I don’t want to get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill
And sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right
And just smile all night
At somebody new
Somebody not too bright
But sweet and kind
Who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I’d do
If I wanted to
But I don’t want to get over you.”
(from The Magnetic Fields, “I Don’t Want To Get Over You”)
