We’re an hour into 2009. I don’t know what the new year will bring me. Kind of like Christmas, I do have a wish list, but really, I think I’m doing so much better this year than I was last year at this time, it almost seems rude to hope for anything at all.

I celebrated The Eve with T. and The Boy and T.’s sister and her man. We ate a lot. I’m full and fat. Being around those two women for any prolonged period begins to make one feel like an ugly duckling, though it isn’t anything they do. They can’t help the fact that they’re beautiful and vivacious and attract these fantastic men. Lol.

I don’t really have a lot to say; I’d like to keep 2009 to myself for a little longer. It’ll be old and ragged soon enough.