The Year

Les Holidays are officially over. I think I'm very happy about that. Now I can get down to business and do stuff. Me stuff. Actually, I'm cool with holing up in my house and doing whatever I feel like doing. On tv they're talking about kissing congresspeople. Definitely a slow news day. Tomorrow I have to work, which is good because I really need the money. I registered for a class today, and I've been looking for a job. One that's a little closer to what I'm interested in. Or at least a little more fulfilling. I guess I made some New Year's Resolutions, but the one that seems to sum them all up is 'no more drunk dialing'. I can't say I've sworn off boys altogether, but I am trying to separate myself from them. I guess keeping myself busy at home is the key. Then I won't be making calls and I won't be worrying about stupid boys not calling me back. The pro at the club wants me to cut them all loose, and while I agree, it's easier said than done. But we'll see. The year isn't starting off in a particularly positive way, but there are 12 more months to go, so maybe there's nowhere to go but up. Anything is an improvement on sitting at home on New Year's Eve with only a bottle of cheap champagne to keep me company.