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Happy New Year, et al. I've had two and a half hour sleep.

( party roundup, AKA some strange collection of memories all mushed into one hideous sentence )

I could update properly, and talk about everything, maybe even in chronological order, but I'm tired and not entirely sure why I'm updating at all. I have no intention of napping today, though, so I'll just go and be comatose in front of the telly now.

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I'm feeling uch more coherent now, which is odd, considering it's not as though I've slept or anything. Vegged and watched Coupling and The Illustrated Mum. And a bit of a Cirque De Soleil thing, which was cool. Though now I have character ideas for a trapeze artist called Luthien, whose identical twin brother and partner in the act was killed during a show.

Thoughts from last night:

"Imagine if fish had nipples."
"Even toilets need hugs."
There was another really clever one but I'd forgotten it a bottle later.

I suppose it ought to be resolution time.

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Spend more time snuggling puppies. Get your resolution here

As a person who is scared of dogs, nu-uh. Especially puppies. Closest thing to a resolution is lose a stone and a half. It was just a stone, but I put half a stone on over Christmas day. Literally: weighed myself in morning, weighed myself in afternoon. And it hasn't gone away.

Second resolution, which is more a new year one than a general one (as the lose weight one is), would be stop obsessing over relationships, emotions, sexuality and all three in combination. Either I do something about moving forwards, or I accept the fact I'm happy to stagnate and become a spinster at the ripe old age of eighteen.

The joy of that ersolution is either way I'll be keeping it. As long as I don't think about it.

2004 resolutions, according to The Guardian.
22 Wake up every morning and say to yourself, "Arnold Schwarzenegger is the governor of California." This will serve to remind you that you are living in a surreal dream world where your actions have no consequences.

(reading through that, I think someone needs to remind The Guardian that it is, in fact, a British newspaper, and hence American locusts won't figure highly on our agendas)