2010 is almost upon us.  I'm not feeling particularly enthusiastic about the whole thing....how can I be, when all I see is stress for the forseeable future?

Well, I'm hungry now.  So I'm going to make some cheese on toast.  And tea.  Can't forget the tea.

Later.

Why is it that I always, always, without fail, manage to screw things up?

Oh well.  At least I'm consistent...not that that makes me feel any better.

P.S  I hate drunk customers.  Stupid fucking cunts that they are.