Happy New Year

We partied. Not many of us, but we did. And we escorted 2001 to the door, and kicked its sorry ass out into the night and suggested forcibly that it never darken our doors again.

I'm not naively wishing 2001 never happened. It did. Some of it was good. Some of it, however, stank, and were the year a person I'd not-so-tactfully suggest that its approach to its year of tenure was to say the least heavy-handed.

But now it's 2002: and I have.... (wait for it, wait for it)... New Year Resolutions:

1) To lose about 80lbs, since a) weighing 280lbs plus is Not Good For Me and b) I am supposed to manage to look something LIKE Lindsey Buckingham for this tribute band by the summer
2) To give up Diet Coke (at least, the caffienated variety). Caffeine in the quantities I drink it apparently makes one lethargic, which I can well believe
3) To get to the gym for a workout and swim at least twice a week, preferably more.
4) To see Leeds United play live in the flesh before the end of 2002.
5) To publicise the progress on all of the above right here. If I don't, get on my case.