alas, two thousand and seven is finished. completed without much bodily harm or loss of blood. and now two thousand and eight is here. brought in with new scabs, moderate hangovers, and heavenly thoughts of bacon wrapped fried macaroni and cheese. hopefuly i will make it through yet another three hundred and sixty five days.
so, as they say in bangladesh: cheers to the new year and cheers to saturdays filled with a gallon of malt liquor.
amen my brothers and sisters, amen.