Monday, December 31, 2007

New Year's Resolve

Happy Almost 2008! I looked out of the window this morning and was surprised to see that there were no flying cars or people of bacofoil suits floating about in giant bubbles; nor were there any robots clanking down Norwood Road, just a couple of hoodies waiting at the bus stop. Rubbish. The future has turned out to be thoroughly disappointing.

Still, 2008 sort of rhymes with great, meaning my slogan for this year is 'Great! It's 2008!' Or 'It's gonna be great in 2008'. Or possibly 'Nothing will grate in 2008.'

My resolution is to blog more this year (I mean, next year). Yes, I know I've said that before. 2007 has been a Poppy-shaped maelstrom - the first half of the year was all about pregnancy, the second half was dominated by a pint sized tyrant; a tyrant who finally went into her own bedroom last night, leaving Buffy and I free to sleep in the dark for the first time in seven months. We soon discovered that Buffy's night vision is shocking these days, and after turning off the light she found herself paralysed and terrified, struck completely blind and compelled to put the light on again.

My new year's resolutions for 2008:

1. Be more organised. Put stuff where I'll be able to find it again. Use my diary. Don't be too scared to look at my bank account on days other than pay day.

2. Be healthier. Less drinking, fewer fags, more trips to the gym.

3. Make more time to play Super Mario Galaxy.

I don't need to make any other resolutions because I'm almost perfect anyway.

Happy New Year.