The crisp plastic clings to those crisp numbers: 2006. When the clock rolled over to 12:00, it was time to wipe the drool away from the corner of your mouth and tear open the packaging on a new year: three hundred and sixty-five days of new possibilities and potential.

As the glowing sun of a new year explodes over the horizon of melting snow and ice, I cannot help but wonder what events will come to pass between this entry and the moment where we all cheer ourselves into 2007. In the past year, a plethora of events have graced this blogspace. Questions about forgotten birthdays. A heart overburdened by fruitless love. The rise and fall of my dramatic role. Exploration of the world of video games. Grappling with an uncertain future. Exploding from the shackles of high school…momentarily. Decaying of relationships. Mounting tensions. Even dreams. In essence, this blog has occasionally been the stage for drama, or perhaps even overdrama, and will stand as a record of my life and the people in it. Indeed, this blog has caused interesting rifts and the occasional shift in a relationship because of the information contained therein. As we approached the holiday season, my professional writing decayed into a coloured mush, and my topics of post transformed into solely game related. While I’d like to crack open my skull and reveal the darkest truths therein, it has proven to be counter-productive. Not because of nervous system material spilling hither and thither, but rather because it has been a taboo topic of discussion. Indeed, they are topics exclusively reserved for a tome like Rorschach’s Journal.

So, to all loyal readers - an exclusive group that sputters and grows slowly every few months - I offer you a toast. You are all good friends, true and true. So, let us raise our glasses of champagne, beer, or even chocolate milk and fully embrace a new year of highs and lows, of excitement and exasperation, of love and loss.

Cheers.