Happy New Year, or some other such nonsense
I’m not going to tell you how much I loved or hated this year, or how much I learned, or how much I accomplished. I’m going to go get hamburgers later and probably drink a little too much tonight, and likely not get anything significant done at all. But it’s my one day off this week, and I’m allowed.
New Year’s doesn’t mean that much to me. 2011 was just a year. 2012 will be the same. In the spirit of optimism (as my girlfriend claims I have none, and she’s right), I will say I hope yours doesn’t suck.