January 2, 2005

Just barely into 2005, and I've already made the short list for Fathead of the Year. Goody. I'm such an ass.

I can't go into the details, because that's what got me into hot water in the first place. Unaccustomed to drink (I've been sick, you see, and didn't get pie-eyed with the rest of the country at the birth of 2005) and lacking any sense at all, I accidentally revealed a secret that wasn't mine to know in the first place--and in the company of the originator, the trusted person who wasn't supposed to tell anyone, and a very interested and gleeful third party. I'm absolutely horrified with myself and very remorseful. Not just because I told a secret; people do that all the time. But because I accidentally told a secret and inadvertently may have given someone a completely undeserved reputation as a big mouth. Purposeful gossip is one thing, but careless, sloppy gossip? It's so amateurish. I feel like a complete boob.

On the bright side (and totally unrelated to my faux pas), I finally reached coveted Brenda status in 2004! I'm currently sweating over my 2005 list, which is awfully difficult, as I have no idea what's going to need doing in Kansas. (Because I am a whore, I must once again pitch the Year of the Smartass calendar, which promotes überlisting.)

I was supposed to be in Seattle right now, but the flights were all cuckoo because of the holidays & cancellations, so I was screwed. After several days of trying to wiggle onto ridiculously oversold flights, I finally gave up and resigned myself to an uneventful, allergy-addled, boring and sickly New Year alone in Austin. But we'll make up for it with this year's holidays. I'm dreaming of a really swell New Year's party in Harveyville, with a disco ball in the gym and streamers and spiked punch and maybe some making out in the balcony (oh boy! making out in the balcony didn't even occur to me until just now!).

Unlike me, my suitcase made it at least as far as Seattle, and has been at large since Thursday. I'm crossing my fingers it will find its way home eventually, both because the contents are kind of precious to me and because I love the bag itself. Plus it's crammed with library books, which are due on the 10th, and which I actually really wanted to read.

Oh, but I do love the new year! It's so shiny and full of promise. Happy new year, everyone! You look fabulous, by the way. Have you lost weight?

12.21.04