What I really didn't enjoy was when my mom and I went to see Seven Pounds and for the first time in my life, Will Smith did not make me simply miss DJ Jazzy Jeff, which means I guess this was a really good movie. However, the character Smith played made me feel like a 17th-century sufferer of melancholia, meaning when we returned to my mom's house later I naturally treated the condition by making a broth of laurel, white hellebore, bugloss, marigold and pennyroyal, and, of course, I let a little blood with horse leeches. Then, seeing as it was Christmas, I thought what better time for a bit of transubstantiation in reverse than now? But, on second thought, that seemed like a really bad and quite revolting idea (Jesus would, in fact, not do that), so I decided to watch a whole lot of cable television instead.
Indeed, it was a grand holiday.
But I must admit, as New Year's dawns, I'm not that sorry to see 2008 go, as I'm absolutely certain 2009 will punch 2008 in its proverbial face. For example, I started off 2008 sitting in my apartment feeling sick and missed my flight to New York City. Juxtapose that to this year when I'll be in effing Nicaragua hopefully not getting framed for murder. I'll also be learning how to surf! So, unlike my past cooking fiasco
Unfortunately, while I'll be scouting out the best medical treatments in Central America for the next week and a half, I won't be blogging. That is, I won't be available to make you feel slightly better about your own life by oversharing the shambles of my own. But, hey, nothing makes the heart grow fonder than a little distance, especially e-distance.
So, with that in mind, allow me to preemptively wish you a Happy New Year! I'll e-see you next year (possibly in a full-body cast). Ciao!