Happy new sodding year

2009. I'm surprised. I had no idea I was going to live this long.
I rounded up 2007 last year with a list of things that have happened. Not so this year. What with my memory the way it is... worse than ever. My insomnia is getting worse, too. Even when I sleep I'm never rested. I feel exhausted, inside and out.
But look on the bright side! I didn't expect to live past December, yet here I am. I didn't expect to live past my birthday, yet here I am. Heck, I only half-expected to live past the time at camp when Enzo nearly blew up the cabin. That's a great story. We were sitting around in the cabin watching Superbad (I hated it, but it was too loud to sleep and too dark to read) when we hear cries of "Shit! Shit!" coming from outside. I look out and there's Enzo flailing his arms wildly at the popcorn he was trying to cook. It's erupted into a huge fireball and is licking at - gasp! - the propane tank. I put two and two together and was out the back door before anyone else was able to stand up. I waited out there in the rain for a minute or so before it became clear that the flammable gas was not about to explode. Then I went back in. Highlight of the trip, that. Aside from when I parted the clouds. And the totally offensive short-paddled ginger boat adventure. But anyway.
Happy new year, everyone. I have no idea what it will bring. Happiness, hopefully, but maybe that's a bit naive. Whatever.