I said, "Can you believe there are people who feel that way all the time?"
I'm excited about the upcoming year. This is another feeling that is totally alien to me.
Something big has been happening inside me over the last year, and it's something good, but it's not something I can remotely put into words. I'm not the same Ewin I was a year ago. And the Ewin I am now is a better model than last year's clunker. I can't say it was a fun year, but I'm content with what I got done in it.
I spent my New Year's Eve cleaning out my fridge and pantry of any and all junk food, and refilling them all with good, new food. Image from earlier this evening: me, standing around in the grocery store, trying to locate the offal (because it's fun to say, "Where do you keep your offal?"). I've sort of almost conquered beef liver, and I'm determined to finish the job. And now I'm envisioning things like purchasing marrow bones to make stock. That's right. I'm about to become a caveman again.
As I put my groceries away, later, I watched When Harry Met Sally, because it's just not New Year's without it. And I drank my last two Guinnesses. I finished cooking, chopping, storing, etc. just in time to catch the last five minutes before the ball fell. Perfect. I don't really like the NYE specials, I just like the last ten seconds. And this last year went to eleven!
Welcome, 2009. Do you know what you are, 2009? You are the year that I get my college degree. YES you are! You are! You're the BEST YEAR EVER! You squoogy-woogy cutie of a year! WHO'S Mommy's best year? It's 2009!
In closing, Terry Pratchett has been knighted.