Happy New Year?

Woke up at 8 am.
Look in mirror.
Virtually unrecognizable, thanks to nuclear fall-out from bouffant the night before.
Feet ache from plastic sparkle shoes.
Break favorite gold-leaf antique glass.
Drink packet of Emer-gen-C.
Unable to go back to sleep due to Emer-gen-C's mood-enhancing powers.
Tried to control racing mind while buried in six pillows.
Get up.
Put on cowboy slippers.
Shuffle.
French-press coffee.
Add Mexican hot chocolate.
Arrange bistro table situation on front porch.
Put on Leonard Cohen album.
Turn speakers outward.
Put "I left a woman waiting" on repeat.
Hope neighbors don't see pink robe spectacle.
Frequent trips to fetch Kleenex for runny nose.
Heat up bowl of chili for breakfast.
Think about writing short story.
But don't.
Runny nose situation has worsened due to spicy chili.
Hopefully 2009 will be as successful as this morning was.