fin de siecle

was hunting through books just now to find an appropriate passage to sum this year up. came up empty-handed, which either means that 2004 defies encapsualation or that all the books i buy are shallow. probably the latter.

so.

may next year be better, or shorter, or more alcoholic, or, as some of you have wished, just different. may the people who keep posting random things on my comments board start making more sense, or at the very least spell better. may this be the year in which justin and i finally win something of significance in a bridge event.

may life stop sucking for the people for whom life sucks.

may we all try to complain less as a prelude to the previous thing, though i would not put this down as a resolution because it is one that will be broken several hours after midnight when i cannot get a cab. may we all laugh a lot, because god knows where i would be without that.

(yes, all of you are hysterical)

may we discover, and make, and revel in lots of good food, even if the ingredients don't have fancy foreign names. (su-lin: i'm sorry you didn't get any cheesecake.)

and finally, and very vitally, may harry potter and the half-blood prince be worth the bloody 3-year wait.

happy new year folks!