2006 started with me kneeling on the ground, fiddling with the cable in Grandpa's house, getting NBC to come fuzzily in about twenty seconds after the new year.

Admittedly, that was kind of fun. But it went downhill from there. I have little cuts on my fingers, my right index finger stings every time it hits a key in the home row, and I'm tired and grouchy. And I have to be up tomorrow morning to go visit my senile great-grandmother.

Happy New Year.