In a short while, Andy and I will be going over to Joey’s in order to get properly sauced and bid farewell to 2006. I was meaning to write something about 2006 a lot earlier today, but (lazy me) I procrastinated.

Here are my three resolutions for 2007:

1. Find another job, i.e. quit working at LL.
2. Get some publishers or agents or representatives to at least read my manuscript of Tiny Apocalypse; do another polish.
3. Take a Nice, Big Trip to Somewhere Cool.

I don’t want to aim too high. Low expectations encourage happy surprises.

2006 has been odd for me in a lot of ways. In general I could sum it up by saying that never before have I felt so conscious of being an adult. That includes job/money issues, the fact that I’ve been with Andy for six years now, and the slow disintegration of my memory. And what I mean by the last thing is this: I’ve begun to realize that my brain is just not capable of storing all the events of my life any more. For every new thing there is to remember it feels like something older grows ever sofuzzier. Gradually, but surely. The things slipping away from memory are being replaced (sometimes unconsciously) by bits of imagination. Filling in the blanks.

Overall, I liked 2006, at least my own life’s part of it. As far as what’s going on in the rest of the world … I sort of feel like we’re all doomed.