2009. I’m not entirely sure what I’m expecting of it. However, I’m pretty sure the challenges will be at an astronomical level. The plans are all laid out, fresh and waiting to be conquered. This bird’s eye view of the big picture is overwhelmingly daunting.
*distracted* did you know that they’re adding a second to 2008 so the planets will be aligned more accurately. They’re calling it a ‘leap second’. Heh. Fun fact, fit for a Snapple cap.
Sitting in my inbox are emails I should read and clear. *wrinkles nose* My calendar is filled with ambitious deadlines that even glancing at them makes me wanna slash my wrists. Gawd, 2009 is going to be disastrous. I can feel it.
Last entry of the year. A typical entry would involve listing elaborate new year resolutions that I may not keep. I shall not bore myself that way. I’m listing my possible fears for 2009. Just five of them. Long lists bore me – with the exclusion of wish lists.
I’m afraid that…
1. I will hate the second album.
2. I will not leave this country as planned.
3. I will fall in love.
4. I will lose my focus.
5. I will run out of contradictions to amuse myself with.
Oh, sod it.
“It’s going to be a happy new year.”
– RENT, Jonathan Larson
I’m in the middle of yet another Oscar Wilde biography. I’m once again tempted to dive my nose into his books and I truly wonder how I am going to find time for real tasks in life when such lovely distractions are constantly on my mind.
I *heart* dead poets. Literally.