Today was way more lethargic and unfocused to be the first day of a brand new year. I want a mulligan. Can I even say that? Or is that now regarded as a slur against the Irish or something? Great, so now I've not only started the new year out by being ridiculously listless and unproductive, but a potentially a purveyor of politically questionable language here on my blog. Of the many optimistic visions I had for the New Year, none had me starting off all hapless and borderline-hate-speechy. I just want a do-over, okay? A do-over. I want to be able to click "Undo" on today and start again.
Why did Groundhog Day take place on Groundhog Day rather than New Years' Day? If there was going to be one day in the year that a person was going to live over and over until they got it exactly right, Day 1 would seem like an ideal choice, rather than Day 33.