12th Night is nigh upon us, and while I've completed my mix CD, I'm not completely over my cold, so my excitement has yet to swell. Alastair is still doing his fun "Hey, it's the middle of the night; let's party!" routine, too, although I seem to have developed the ability to sleep through the sounds of a screaming baby (that's a skill!).
But I'm not going to be a Debbie Downer. Not this early in the year. I'm still full of the false hope that with a new year comes new chances for improvement, a fresh start, and all the other blither that's been euphemized to death.
I have an 8th anniversary to look forward to, my son's 2nd birthday, my own 32nd, and hopefully some positive automotive experiences. I have a whole new year to spend with my wife, to play with the cats, and to wrestle with Alastair.
So I'm happy. Really, I am.
Except for all this Microsoft testing crap, the impending recession I've been hearing about, the declining value of the US Dollar, the raping of the Earth for "environmentally friendly" ethanol, the world's hatred of the US, my son's inability to sleep through the night, and my wife's insomnia, I predict a great year! So happy 2008!
Party hard, and insist that your employers pay you in Euros!
3 comments:
You turn 33 this year, goofball. Stop lying about your age.
Yeah, 33. Halfway to 66.
SNAP! You got busted....
I was going to say I'm glad I'm not the only one worried about ethanol as a fuel, etc., but I got distracted by Manda's comment. Now I can't stop laughing.
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