2006 bites

All year long I've had nothing but hangovers and colds.

OK, one hangover (but one for the books, let me tell you) and not even a real cold (not yet, anyway).

Sorry, I take it back — 2006 is still okay with me. I should know better than to hold any year accountable for what happens in January. January is just the pace lap before the year gets started. Sort of a psychological batting cage (a dark, cold, wet batting cage).

And what is it? Only January 3? Christ. I call a do-over.