Dear Visitor/s,

As you've probably already noticed, it's 2009. New Year's Eve is kind of a big deal for me - like the Americans with Hallowe'en. Because at 00:00, the dead start of the year, I get to wipe the slate clean and start afresh. I can forgive everything I've done in bad judgement over the past year. I can make all sorts of new promises to myself and hope that this year will be better.

Did you make any New Year's resolutions? I tried not to. I've ended up with the usual; tackle weight, tackle laziness, solve my personality. I think that, where last year was "eating healthier foods", this year shall have to be "eating less food, healthy or otherwise". Last year's "do more stuff" has been modified to "do more stuff on a budget". And the "do x amount of random acts of kindness per month" was quite silly, as I think I'm a kind person anyway, so this has been altered to become "be more spontaneous".

I do realise that the last one is bafflingly complex. I can't just decide to be something I'm not - I very rarely do thing on a whim.
Tonight I went downstairs (it's about 12:30/1:00am) and saw that it was snowing outside. And i felt compelled to feel it. So went outside, suitably dressed in my nice thick dressing gown (thanks Auntie Sandra!) and ... well, that was it.I just stood there feeling a bit of a draft (and a bit daft). But it was good. I was doing something that nobody else in the immediate vicinity was doing. Which makes me smile.
So as far as spontaneity is concerned, I think I'm doing quite well.

Oh, Uni news. I'm writing my dissertation. But it isn't progressing very quickly. I should be thinking about Lloyd, who lives in a village called Riverbrook, and his Aunt Milly who lives with him, and the arrival of the sinister Mr. Tin. But so far I have very few words and some rough character notes on a man called Lucius P. Finch; he's a bit like Blackadder, in the sense that he keeps popping up throughout history, only he's a dangerous and thrilling adventurer and is not at all funny; besides which, he has nothing whatsoever to do with Riverbrook. This is just how my mind goes.

This letter is a lot loger than I expected. Well, just thank Bob it's here, and not wasting paper in your letter-box.

Fluv, x