Auld Lang Syne…You are so overrated.
2008 is upon us. I hate New Year’s. It is my second most despised holiday. After Valentine’s. But, I can’t help the parties and the resolutions. Just as, on St. Val’s Day, I can’t help hoping that my husband DID break down and actually by me something, even though I know it’s ridiculous.
I just can’t help it.
As the first hour of the last day of 2007 hits its stride, I am on webmd.com, frantically checking the symptoms of my absurd cold/flu thing. There is some sort of subterreanaen tumor on my face. I hope this is more of an indication on how the year will end, rather than how it will start.
Either way, I am wondering what 2008 might bring. I just can’t help it. I am wondering if, on January 31st of 2008, I will reflect on this moments. Laugh at my naivete. Marvel at my sheer incoherence. Mock my own light heart.
I downloaded some music. Some Peter Gabriel. Guster. Stephen Curtis Chapman. Should be great.
Well, I should get this over with. My New Year’s Resolutions (eh…):
1. Learn to pray
2. Stop being so fat
That’s all I’ve got right now. Just want to go to sleep.
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