What’s up, 2009? I thought we were going to be pals. You were all shiny and new. I was so optimistic. What could possibly sully this new relationship?

Let’s review the events of the first six days of this new year:

Food poisoning.
Hysterical anxiety attack about the fact that I will never, ever finish my fucking book.
My cat bit me. Hard.
Overnight visit from infuriatingly rude and pompous family members.
Electricity outage.
Broken heater on a very cold night.
Class for next semester not fully enrolled, likely to be cancelled.

Yeah, 2009, we are not off to a good start, you and me.