You didn't really expect me to write between Christmas and New Year, did you? More fool you if you did. Honestly.
It's getting to that stage in the holiday where being at home is now dull. I know I would be working harder, being more productive, and generally moping less if I were in Oxford right now. But I am not. I am in the Other Place (as Andrew refers to it) and, while interesting things are occurring, I am desperate to return. Exercise, both mental and physical, is sorely lacking. My brain yearns for stimulating conversation over late-night cups of tea, followed by inordinate amounts of Greek, followed by the culmination of an essay crisis into a readable work on some great Classical piece of literature. I want to be on the river; I want to be eating in hall; I want to gossip and discuss matters of theology with Dan and Andrew.
I'm very needy, it seems. But I don't think I'm asking that much.. am I?
You may be interested in how I spent my New Year. I shall say merely that it was the most fun I have ever had at New Year, with the most people my own age and the most freedom to do what we liked, when we wanted to. It was pretty damn awesome, in short.
Some New Years resolutions:
1) to get over thinking about what I can't have
2) to not begrudge others the right to relationships, just because I am so rubbish at them
and one that I think I'll actually achieve, so that when I look back on this blog I won't think 2009 will have been a total failure:
3) to get better at rowing
Happy New Year, all 
