I finished the West Wing last night, and got depressed, because in general I find Series Finale’s terribly depressing, and this one particularly so, because it’s all about endings and change, and I deal with neither very well, apparently. And also, Josh and Donna melted my heart, and yet makes me sad in the way Dawson’s Creek used to make me sad when I was 15.

I am apparently jealous of the alleged emotions of tv characters.

So, it’s back to work and I’m drinking tea instead of my second cup of coffee, because it’s the New Year and I really should cut back on my coffee consumption.  I’m debating job hunting tactics with David and catching up on my filing.  I was irritated by 8:30.  I have a to-do list for January that contains nothing difficult but already looks intimidating. I would really like to lose 10 pounds (at least) but that requires a gym and getting over my gym phobia.

Sigh. My wish for 2010 is to be more social, the fulfillment of which is severely limited by my current suburban-circumstances.