Here's to a Chaste, Pop-Tartless Year (2007)

I've decided to give up Pop-Tarts. E brought this terrible vice into my life when he moved down to Oxford, and I've decided that enough is enough. This will not be the Year of the Pig for me! I put the box on the top shelf so that I won't be tempted. This morning, though, was the true test. E and I had the following exchange:

J: What's in the toaster?
E: Nothing. Never mind it. Something you gave up.
J: Sex doesn't fit in a toaster.
E: Ha. There, that's a poem for you: "Things That Don't Fit in the Toaster."

[Addendum: If he doesn't start taking my work seriously, I'm leaving. (Ha)]

Anyway... on to other things. I acquired some new Damien Rice (9), Cat Power (You Are Free), and Belle & Sebastian for Baby Jesus' Birthday. Good stuff.

Back at home in Oxford now (attempting to write, read, and revise my syllabus). The Land of Cleve was fun. Played lots of Apples to Apples with my family (proving the following: 1. Grandma doesn't quite understand the *spirit* of the game, and 2. E has too much in common with mi padre, Tom). Rang in the New Year with the Veg and Eliot. (Good luck to the former on her return trip to the DC area!!).

"Time is contagious/ Everybody's getting old..." (Damien Rice)