Speaking of which, I spent yesterday sleep-deprived and ridiculously hung over, but this morning, I'm still feeling pretty woeful, so I'm wondering if I actually picked up something nasty during the 12-15 hours I was on airplanes in the last few days. I was just telling my wonderful friends Lara & Jeff -- who always throw amazing parties on New Year's Eve with incredible food and company -- how I dodged a bullet this year: I go to their holiday party every year, and almost every year I'm sick and unable to fully enjoy myself. This time, though, I was in the fullness of health throughout the whole party, only to get back to SA and feel like a trod-on microwave burrito. I have a huge deadline at work today, so I can't stay home, but maybe once the work's done, I can sneak out early and sleep for another 12 hours or so.
I'm not one for making resolutions, largely because I'm not one for keeping resolutions but I am one for beating myself up. I don't care to go back and look at anything I said at this time last year, because I probably neglected to say "don't completely fuck up your life", and if I did, there's another one I broke. This year I'm calling no plans, making vague internal committments to eat better, drink less and try not to treat people any worse than I already have, but beyond that, I'm just working on smoothing the edges of my rut and trying to find a comfortable place to die. If I can mildly amuse myself and others during that time, I'll go ahead and call the year a triple kitty bonus winner.
NOTEL This entry wasn't supposed to sound so maudlin and depressing. I'm actually in a pretty great mood today, despite feeling like freeze-dried hell. And the whole day of 12/31 is probably, from the things I did to the friends I saw to the people I talked to, the best day I've had since September. Happy 2007, folks, for real.