Some people have a problem with New Years Eve. Like if she had a name.
It should not be that your past commands your present and future in such a way that every New Year is hell in disguise. Still, how to sum up a year from a moment? I feel on top of the world, but of course this year has not been all roses. Not at all.
No matter. Right now I decide that the future is so much worth than the unhappy times in the past. The happy times that has run is those collected and cherised. The others can just blow. No matter what we get in our heads, the fact that we are sitting here being idiots is a stark reminder that we have that ability to survive. If I survive, there must be hope that I can have some fun and value also.
2007 can be summed up by someone else. 2008 will be cool.
Oh, and I love a wonderful girl and have a step-daughter. Wonderful fun and little sleep.
Happy New Year. Kisses to everyone.