Sshhh...I think 2010 is trying to kill me.
No seriously. Don't tell Mr. Fancypants new decade that I'm on to him, but I am.
The first week of this new year he's already tried to murder me in various ways. I think I suffered from brain trauma by slapping myself in the forehead so many times. When that failed, it tried to make my head explode. Next came exhaustion and finally it's resorted to freezing me to death.
All this after I rang it in so joyously. I watched Dick Clark for it, for goodness sake and anyone else who did knows just how painful that was.
So seriously twenty ten or whatever name you prefer--back off a bit.
The authorities are much less likely to pin it on you if you take your time and aren't so obvious.