As 2005 winds up, I have to say I won't miss it much. There were a pleasing amount of highlights, to be sure, but overall it was absolutely my most stressful year ever--and that includes my "personal Vietnam" years (I'd rather deal with a pissy teenager than an emergency eye surgery any day).
But I don't want to be a grinch about it. After all, I've still got my peepers in working order, which is a gift I will never be grateful enough for, and I've got amazing friends and family who decorate the douglas fir tree of my life. And work is good. And this was the year of my Rudy moment, when I won over a doubting improv teacher to get "best in class" props. And one more year of the Dubya administration is now behind us. All these things are cause for celebration. Still, I will shed no tears when 2005 rides into the sunset. I will give it a hearty "hee-ya" and smack that horse's arse goodbye.
On the lighter side, it's time to wrap presents (one my most favoritest things of all time) and write up my Top Ten film and album list. This year's version will be an odd one, for sure. Let's just say it involves Bragelina. Yep, it was an off-kilter anum.