Saturday, January 01, 2011
Nappy New Year
I have established a little bit of a New Year's Day tradition. Namely, I try to start the year off by doing as little as possible. I mean, sure, I might watch 16 consecutive hours of Felicity or spend half the day playing computer games designed for children, but I make every effort to utterly avoid productive activities. The idea is to achieve some level of relaxation while I still can, as each year tends to beat it the heck out of me as it progresses.
This year I have been remarkably successful. I slept until 10, watched part of Sister Act (the one with Harvey Keitel, not the one with Lauryn Hill), watched a few episodes of Degrassi (the one where Ashley freaks out on ecstasy and calls Paige a hag), watched a few episodes of The L Word (the less said about that the better), and am now watching Inception. Oh, and I had some Burger King. Frankly, there's nowhere for 2011 to go from here but down.
I have established a little bit of a New Year's Day tradition. Namely, I try to start the year off by doing as little as possible. I mean, sure, I might watch 16 consecutive hours of Felicity or spend half the day playing computer games designed for children, but I make every effort to utterly avoid productive activities. The idea is to achieve some level of relaxation while I still can, as each year tends to beat it the heck out of me as it progresses.
This year I have been remarkably successful. I slept until 10, watched part of Sister Act (the one with Harvey Keitel, not the one with Lauryn Hill), watched a few episodes of Degrassi (the one where Ashley freaks out on ecstasy and calls Paige a hag), watched a few episodes of The L Word (the less said about that the better), and am now watching Inception. Oh, and I had some Burger King. Frankly, there's nowhere for 2011 to go from here but down.
