And less sick.
Seriously? 2006 was supposed to be our year. Two days in and we've slept probably 16 hours our of a possible 24 of daylight. We wouldn't really call it daylight, either. It's more rainlight, with a perpetual drizzle.
When the highlight of your first two days is downloading Joni Mitchell's Blue on the ol' iTunes and getting ripped off at Jiffy Lube ("Uh, seems as if you need your radiator to be cleaned," they said), 2006 rules.
Although we feel like a sick ol' Big Bird, we thought Haikus would cheer us up.
2006, man
life is about to get good.
But our throat hurts. Sh*t.
Open mic night, please.
Sh*t throat. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Damnit.
Where's the Halls? Where now?
Happy is the new
pink. So is calling our friends
sweetie on New Year's.
Oops with the sweetie
we think it's so endearing
maybe not really.
Sorry with sweetie
Enough with apologies
Let us drink more beer.
Much better oh-6.
We will conquer it all now
But The Job is on.
Joni is goodness.
We're still sad, but at least now
we want to go play.
Monday, January 02, 2006
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