There are three years in my life I would have rather done without. Of those, 2009 is by far at the top of this very short list. In fact, if it were a triangle, the other two years would form a frighteningly small base for such a tall apex. If 2010 is anything like 2009, I’d rather just sleep through it.
If 2009 were a drug it would be the one lone pill sitting by itself expiring in the back of your cupboard, of absolute use to nobody even it were swallowed. I believe God invented 2009 as a test of how much crummy stuff could actually occur in a 10 dimensional universe (the refutation of string theory means we add one more dimension, thus making it 10…as if we need one more dimension anyway). If so, congratulations, it worked. The only thing missing is a malfunction of the Matrix so that instead of everything tasting like Chicken it tastes like 2009.
2010 has an easy job. Just don’t be 2009.
