The title in this post said Happy New Year before I changed it to what it is now. Why would it say that, you might ask, and that's a legit question. The answer is that I tried to write something on January first, at six oh five in the evening to be exact. I put in the title first, but I didn't finish it. I erased the text and closed the window. The post got auto-saved and what was left was the title.
Eleven months later I looked at the drafts I had produced and well, this is the one I picked out to edit. Happy New Year. It's been many months since January and there's still a couple of weeks left till people start greating each other with those words again. It's odd though, if you don't dismiss it right away you'll start thinking about it, and that's where the trouble begins.
Thinking about thinking about this year makes me want to sit down and order coffee. So I decide not to do it yet. I'll wait till the end of the year and try to verbalize my thoughts then. For now I'm fine with acknowledging the fact that the year is almost over and that there's about a month left to realize what I wanted to do in two thousand and twelve. Time to go.
