It is a New Year. I know this because both my calendar and my pounding headache tell me so. Also I have vague memories of thinking that Ryan Seacrest’s NYE gig must suck. He has to be in a venue full of screaming drunk people, putting on a plastic smile for the camera while tolerating the inane comments of celebrity dimwits for hours on end. Actually, now that you mention it, not so different from American Idol, really, except colder and without the singing.
But it is not yet 9 am on New Year’s Day and already I have made a virtuous start to my New Year’s Resolutions. I kind of fell off the planet in some not-very-pleasant ways last year, and was absent from Teh Blogosphere. Dear readers, I am sorry that I abandoned you. I am currently attempting to climb back onto the planet, which would be much easier if the damn thing would just stop rotating. So each blog post is a small step out of the morass of depression — and the accompanying “more ass” I now possess as a result of said depression. They say that chocolate doesn’t really fix problems, but They Are Sooooo Wrong.
Welcome to a New Year and welcome to New Readers! I am slowly getting to know some other girly-smarty-academic-y bloggers and I will be linking to their blogs soon. If you’ve come over from one of their blogs, pull up a comfy chair and have a sit and a cup of tea. I think you will all enjoy getting to know one another!