Hey, it's 2006!
And I'm not dead! How about that!
The New Year's weekend was fine; much of it was spend working (writing-working, not working-working), so I don't have that many exciting stories to report. I did go to a New Year's Eve party hosted by friends Lara and Jeff, and it was terrific; delicious Armenian food, the presence of fine friends, and the pomegranate punch they make every year and which, this time around, I drank entirely too much of. It was so strong it made me end sentences with prepositions.
Speaking of drinking too much, one of the freelance gigs I've been working on is getting recipes for cold-weather drinks from local clubs and bars. It's been fun because, hey, free drinks. Unfortunately, the deadline for it was yesterday, and I can't get it to my editor because her e-mail box is full. This causes me much angst even though it is totally not my fault. I don't make new year's resolutions (I have this thing about self-hatred, and the last thing I need to do is set myself up to fail even further), but if I did, I might make one about trying not to sweat things I can't control.
One of the things we learned from Friday's poll is that a bunch of you had a really crappy year in 2005. I'm real sorry about that, but despite some low low lows, mine was pretty damn good, and my '06 I'm hoping will only be an improvement. So happy birthday to Jim Corrigan, happy new year to everyone, and watch this space...fascinating things are afoot.
The New Year's weekend was fine; much of it was spend working (writing-working, not working-working), so I don't have that many exciting stories to report. I did go to a New Year's Eve party hosted by friends Lara and Jeff, and it was terrific; delicious Armenian food, the presence of fine friends, and the pomegranate punch they make every year and which, this time around, I drank entirely too much of. It was so strong it made me end sentences with prepositions.
Speaking of drinking too much, one of the freelance gigs I've been working on is getting recipes for cold-weather drinks from local clubs and bars. It's been fun because, hey, free drinks. Unfortunately, the deadline for it was yesterday, and I can't get it to my editor because her e-mail box is full. This causes me much angst even though it is totally not my fault. I don't make new year's resolutions (I have this thing about self-hatred, and the last thing I need to do is set myself up to fail even further), but if I did, I might make one about trying not to sweat things I can't control.
One of the things we learned from Friday's poll is that a bunch of you had a really crappy year in 2005. I'm real sorry about that, but despite some low low lows, mine was pretty damn good, and my '06 I'm hoping will only be an improvement. So happy birthday to Jim Corrigan, happy new year to everyone, and watch this space...fascinating things are afoot.