This is not going to be just any year. It is going to be a year of pajama sets, failed parking meters, and finding a dry cleaner that doesn't just wrap my dirty clothes in plastic. Yes, I feel myself sitting straighter and wearing my retainer. I'm going to carry that book and brush those teeth. I am going to be great.
Goodbye 2009, you sucked.
Still waiting for someone to pick me up and take me home.
