This year can suck it. Bring it, '09.

You want to know what I just did? Jumped and danced around my apartment. All by myself. For no reason other than, dammit, that felt good. I needed it.  I just returned from my last run of 2008 (a crappy four miles, by the way). The apartment needed some sprucing up, so I turned up the iTunes.

I've been a tad stressed for a while, teetering on freak-out or hysterical laughter. In that moment, as a particular song started blaring from the computer speakers ("Gives You Hell" by The All-American Rejects, if you must know), I just went with it. 

I spun and jumped and shook. I couldn't help but laugh the entire time. It felt good. I slid across the floor in my socks, laughed off awkward stares from the cats, and kept going. In one room and out another, arms flailing the whole time. 

And now I feel great. Refreshed. This year is over, and another is about to start. Rob and I are ringing in the New Year together, and at midnight I'm toasting to nothing but greatness in 2009. For him, for me, for us, for everyone. 

When life gives you lemons, I say shake your ass.