It was okay while it lasted, and I can't say I'm sad to see you go. Still, there were some good times.
Dear Christmas 2009,
You were pretty good. And exhausting. Here's to being more prepared next time around.
Dear New Year's Eve,
You are generally overrated.
I have lots of things I'd like to do but really low expectations. I hope that means we'll get along famously.
All the Best,
P.S. Don't screw this up.
Posting in the near future may be erratic and sporadic, but know I love you dearly.