Unbe-freaking-liveable. The transition from Decemeber to January is always the most wayward time of the year. The holly jolly season suddenly ends and the next day it's Jan's blues. It's like taking a plane from one country back home; one moment you're a foreigner without a care and the next you're a local with the world's burden. Besides, this is no other year is it? I mean, it is our 2nd transition up the grown-up ladder. It took me three years to reach here, no way am i alighting. Are we now certified to have high stress levels and credit card woes? Well,we are legal to drive and drink. Not together,of course. What about the ability to look back and give ourselves a pat on the shoulder for surviving this long? Are we allowed that? After all, 18 years is a pretty long time. Hey,congrats to all who are.

It's our turn to crash and burn.