Happy New Year 8 Days Late.

And so this new year ends just like the others. There are the few regrets that will soon be forgotten, the romance that I created in my head, the romance I read and drank up in substitute for my lack of one, and I’m the same. Sure I may be a bit more knowledgeable than before, a little thinner or fatter, and I have a new haircut, but really that’s all that’s different. This year will pass and it seems inevitable that the next year will pass the same way. Welcome 2011. As with each and every year before you, I pray that you will be a better year than the last.