Happy New Year.

     It occurs to me that it is New Years.  New Years Eve is virtually the only holiday that is completely inescapable to the entire world.  I mean, its a new year, you have to pay a little attention to it.

     Its 12:51 on New Years morning, and I feel a little sad.  It could be in result of: (A) That I was alone on New Years Eve (partially by choice, but still seemingly upset about it), or;  (B) That 2011 is over.

     2011 treated me well.  I had many good times over the bad.  This year taught us that the Red Hot Chili Peppers will never die, that marriage seems to be more popular when in dissolves, and that Friday is a terrible and dreadful day.  Personally, however, it was splendid.  A lot of obstacles were overcome, and my tendency to be a dramatic teenager added to the success of getting over my endeavors.

     2012 will be even better, I'm sure of it.  Keeping my head held high.  And who knows, maybe next year Ill be kissed on New Years Eve instead of sitting on the couch watching the ball drop with my dog asleep in my lap.  That is, if the world hasn't ended by then.