this morning #201.

this morning, it hit her that this would possibly be the first new year’s eve in ages that she wouldn’t make out with a stranger at the stroke of midnight. it had become somewhat of a drunken tradition. sure, she could probably keep up her streak if she tried hard enough but there were already so many obstacles in her way. for some reason, this year it had been extra hard to even find a new year’s eve party to crash, so it looked like she’d have to try her luck with a random at a bar. given the current crisis, it was akin to having a wild night of unprotected sex. you might catch something. you might not. only time could tell. only a test would tell. it was a question for the new year to answer.