Going to White Castle

Sometimes the day starts and, without any warning at all, mishaps ensue. A simple trip to the grocery store becomes the story you tell every time you're drunk for the rest of your life. Or you end up taking the same toll road to get back to the same place to take the same toll road to get back to the same place until you run out of quarters and, still, you are so lost that, lack of toll aside, you're going to get back on that toll road again because, hey, at least it's starting to look familiar.

2008 was one long day for me. The longest day of my life. It went by fast for a year, but it was really long for a day. Did I mention that 2008 was the longest day of my life?

Yeah. It was like that.

Now, I'm going to lose the guys on this and, really, I deserve to be banned from the internets for using this particular analogy because it's gross, but it's all I've got right now and brain power is low, so ladies, have you ever had one of those periods where you swear you're going to pass out from blood loss and anemia and a week later, although the cramping and headache are gone, you're still eeking flow and you wish to Hank someone would show up and offer you a hysterectomy because, unpleasant hormonal side effects not-withstanding, you'd really like to not have your period into infinity?

2008 was like that.

I'm just so glad someone invented New Year's Day, as an event, a benchmark, and a way point on the road map of life, so that I can say that tomorrow is  2009  and that 2009 will, through some miracle of the earth rotating around the sun, be different and and I will be able to draw a line in the sand and delineate a fresh start. 

I need a fresh start.

This seems like a good year for fresh starts. Not just for me, but for the entire planet. Globally, I'm calling this as the year we start to turn this tugboat around and, though no discernible progress may be made for some time, we will finally at least attempt to start moving in the right direction. Obama can do that for the country, I'm just doing it for my life.

But still, we get to do it. Whatever this year will be, however it will go, it will be different than last year. Even if 2009 sucks it will at the very least suck different and, well, you know how I always say that sometimes it's just good to be bruised in a new place.

Maybe this is all crazy talk. Maybe you're just grossed out by icky metaphors. Whatever. I totally get what I'm saying right now.

Happy 2009.

Comments

[abbersnail]

AMEN. It's an arbitrary benchmark, sure, but I'm so happy to start a new calendar and wipe the slate clean!

[Equipoise]

Happy New Year! I truly hope that at the end of 2009 you'll be wishing it wouldn't end because it was so great! Here's to new beginnings!

[Diosa]

There's only one good thing I have to say about 2008, it was the end Bush's term and the Democrats have control for 2009. That is certainly reason to party, and party we did. We covered the living room in confetti.

[Alice]

I'm pretty hung over, so maybe I'm going to misspell or mistype or whatever - but man if there isnt a huge cloud of optimism that is inevitable at the beginning of the year. Your right, Poppins, even if it sucks at least it sucks different (always being realistic, you are) and if nothing else it's a sure sign that time is passing and we all know everything gets better with time. Time makes problem A go away so that we have room for Problem B. Yep, thank Hank or Pete or whoever.
Anyhow, I'm rambling, Happy 2009 to you and Mr Poppins and little Lulu, too....

[The Dol]

Happy New Year!

Ah, new beginnings! Here's to going easy on ourselves in 2009, having more fun than we did in 2008, and having lofty expectations of our next President. :-) Cheers to friends, cheers to Obama!