Hey, errrbody.

I’ve always been hit with an introspection double-whammy around the new year, since my birthday is also two days later. Now, it’s a trifecta, since the Girl Child’s birthday is a week after mine. Nothing like a new year, new age, AND adding a kidlet-year-gone-by to make you reflect. And, you know, kinda want to drink heavily.

2011 blew. However, it’s 2012 now, and I figure it can only get better from here. Or the world will end. Either way, I probably won’t make it to 2013 too much worse for the wear.

Interestingly, 2011 seemed to blow across the board. From my highly scientific sampling of Facebook statuses and various tweets, the ratio of people who enjoyed 2011 to those who disliked it was vastly skewed in favor of the latter. Even more interestingly, the people who thought 2011 sucked included many of my generally optimistic/happy-go-lucky/even Pollyannaesque friends.

Anyway, sorry for being Debbie Downer. I think I’m going to try to do a little more regular blogging. My heart hasn’t been in it lately, but I’m going to try the fake-it-’til-I-make-it approach and see if I can’t reignite the fire.