authoring destruction

Though not a happy new year's eave; it should be celebratory, but it isn't. I'm not feeling well and, to boot, it's just... not a good night. I hope the ache in my bones, and in my stomach, is the last of the poison and stupidity of this entire year getting ready to blast out of my system.

The Corolle company (they make baby dolls, for anyone who isn't familiar) sent us a bottle of good French champagne. Mother and I are enjoying glasses each. Good champagne is... just that, it turns out. I've not had much of 'the bubbly' in my life and never found it totally offensive, but never had much of a taste for it, either. I'm not a big fan of things that are carbonated in general... so if it ends up tasting like carbonated white wine, you can count me out. This, however... this honestly does have a flavor all its own. It's very nice.

I reiterate. 2009 is going to be devastatingly win.

Also, all I want for... New Year... is... well, you know ;)