Two Thousand Nine, not the best of times, not the worst of times, barely marking time. It was a mixed bag, and it's not quite over yet. My own year still hangs in the balance. It depends on what I get for Christmas.
For Christmas this year, I want an ideology. I'm growing weary of thinking for myself every damned week. Life in 2010 would be so much less meh if I could just get all my opinions out of a manifesto.