When I was younger, it usually takes a lot for me to crack up. I'm the slow simmer type. But getting old (read: older) does a lot of things to the head and to my all too becoming fragile psyche.

I'm suddenly channeling the Irish.

Quick tempered, irrational, and yeah, a little glib when inspiration hits.

Maybe I don't know where I'm getting at but all I know is this:

I have a different timeline than most people, so I'm taking a little drama out of the first day of the year and treat it just like any other day. I will not make promises I know I won't keep and I won't write stubborn resolutions that would in the end just annoy the hell out of me.