It's a new year. Already. Life is very redundant like that, isn't it? I mean... didn't we just do all this stuff last year!? The only outright difference is that Jennifer Aniston won't be dating John Mayer anytime soon... right?
Anyways. Last year was pretty exciting. We had a January. Which was followed by one of those February things. That February do-hicky was followed by a month or two of routine rain and then a May. Summer vacation transformed our mental acuity into something slightly resembling oatmeal. Then we got a *meow*-ton of candy and later went into a food coma for month or so. There was the inevitable birthday thrown in there at some point too.
So. Seeing as we have just kicked off the year with another expertly timed January (phew) I'm pretty sure it's safe to say the rest of the year will look a little like that scene from Back to the future, where the Delorian speeds off, leaving two firey trails behind it.