I always get this way this time of year. I am in awe of those of you who can manage to make New Year's an actual holiday, because by the time New Year's Eve rolls around, I am done with holiday and shambling around wondering if braaaaains count as an idea for what to make for dinner.
Also I have no interest whatever in taking stock of this year. I have had plenty of time to think about this #$^#@* year while it is happening. Now I want to think about a better year. Ideally 2009, but really any better year will do; I'm willing to take nominations. So that line from Grosse Pointe Blank keeps popping into my head, and from there into the title field.
I am going to do a radio silence day tomorrow. No reading lj, no posting to lj, no e-mail out except in case of emergencies. I want the quiet in the metaphorical as well as the literal sense.
*They have little pointless** pockets on the sides. Hence, "cargo socks." They are blue and look sort of like the boots from the Cookie Monster Slayer being linked to here, there, and everywhere some months ago.
**timprov says that the pockets are for a Bowie knife. I do not have a Bowie knife that small, and anyway I don't think these socks' structural integrity is quite that high.