Well, here we are. Nearly 2008. This year wasn't so bad, for all its faults -- I mean, it wasn't totally abusive, like that loathsome 2006. Remember 2006? Ugh! Let's never speak of it again.
But still -- could've been better. Fine, the year didn't thrash you to a pulp; but why didn't YOU thrash IT? I was hoping you'd actually make good on all your big talk, and your delicious potential, and your terrifying threats. Frankly, I expected better. We ALL expected better. I'm sure YOU expected better.
But hey, look, it's a new year! A perfect time to get off your ever-swelling ass and do those things that you're always sighing about. At our next meeting -- Friday, the fourth, at Cafe Royale at 9pm -- I'll be consulting my clipboard and assigning homework. January checkin is MANDATORY for all participants (as is EVERY checkin) and if you miss this one, you won't know what'll be due from you in February.
Also at the January checkin: brainstorming about where we'll be holding future checkins, now that we're ready to say goodbye to Cafe Royale. So if you'd like to suggest the next venue, THIS is the meeting at which your demands might finally be taken seriously.
Withered and gray,
Sheila