So this is the new year...

...and I don't feel any different.
(Gosh, however did people express their innermost emotions before the advent of Death Cab for Cutie? It boggles the mind.)
The arrival of 2007 was marked by drinks and general revelry in Northampton on New Year's Eve, followed by the now-traditional veritable orgy of Japanese food on New Year's Day masterminded by my stepmom. The spread made Sushi Cruise's all-you-can-eat special seem positively stingy by comparison. I prepared most of the maki rolls and availed myself of both the finished products and the "reject" roll ends such that by the end of the night, I never wanted to see another grain of sushi rice in my life. (Of course, I had leftovers for lunch today. Mmm.)
My resolutions for this year: write my thesis, graduate, find suitable job in suitable city. It strikes me that these are somewhat more daunting than my resolutions from previous years, which all seem to have involved going to the gym more. On the other hand, I can't remember the last time one of those resolutions actually resulted in my going to the gym more, so maybe it's good to have a change of pace.
It also strikes me that I have no freaking idea where I will be next New Year's. Although I'm kinda hoping it's Russia.