Here’s to 2013.

Well, that didn’t end well, and by that I mean 2012. I got sick before Xmas and I think I still went to the gym a few times and I swore it was cold that week even though people were pointing out that it was much warmer than the week before. That’s probably because I was running a fever of 100.3°F that I didn’t realize until t the Sunday before New Years. I found that out when I was taking my mom’s temperature just before I took her to the ER for chest pains. She had a blood clot in her lung. She had to stay in the hospital a few days and I stayed at home feeling miserable. It wasn’t much fun.

So, NYE, or amateur night as some people call it, I stayed up until 10PM. That’s at least an hour later than I’d planned.

I think I made some resolutions. One is to get out more. I went to a gathering of old co-workers from an old dot-bomb we all worked for and had a nasty hangover after three whole beers. THREE. That’s getting old for you. I think getting out once this year (and right before that I was at dinner with old high-school buddies) qualifies as “out more” so maybe I can chalk that one up as a win.

Another resolution is to ask someone out this year, maybe one person a month. That’s 12 chances at humiliation and more likely, 12 more times someone just says, “No.” In the spirit of making this a real New Year’s Resolution, I may just not do this one at all.

And finally I think I’m telling myself to buy more books AND READ THEM. I bought two already. I wonder if that’s enough?