2009 to Die

As it should be. After a year of all kinds of developments, friends turned elsewise, things done wrong, foul luck, unexpected crazy and the fuckpig poisoning of hope, I'm happy to drag this last year of endings and disaster into the shallow grave on the side of the turnpike with a couple of extra shovel blows for good measure and let it rot.

2010. I like the sound of that. Bring me my jetpack and AI house computer! I'm off to battle the Gas Pirates of Jupiter before dinner and brandy.