Some years flip digits on the cosmic alarm clock without anything more than a requisite hang-over. Others begin with subtle delights which key you into the smells of a good year frying in the skillet. Others, such as this, begin with ominous overtones. By ominous overtones, I mean being roofied at a New Years Party and catching Malware on your computer.
But at least I got rid of the Malware.
I hope your new decade smells better than mine does.
On that cheery note: Happy 2011!
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