We made it to the end, y’all. Everyone’s so excited to see 2025 out as if the badness and sadness will leave with it. We’ll wake up tomorrow in a new month in a new year in the new half of a decade and everything will be exactly the same.
Except if you’re in the US, your medical deductible will have reset, so you have a new max out of pocket to reach. May you all have excellent health the entire 2026 year, or have something catastrophic happen in February, when it’s cold and unpleasant out so you can recover and not feel bad about missing stuff, and hopefully blow that moop right out of the water so the rest of the year is reasonable.
Also the whole thing about getting the catastrophe out of the way early. Licking toads and all. Which I never understood. I mean, I don’t know how licking a toad could possibly be the worst thing to happen all day so you get it out of the way early, because it’s just a toad. And presumably if it was a toad you could get your hands on and actually lick, it’d likely be YOUR toad, so you’d know if it was reasonably sanitary, and if you were really lucky it’d be the kind that makes you hallucinate, so that would be a really good thing, and, from all points of view, it would be the worst thing that could happen to the toad that day.
I dunno. I’m bored. It’s 7pm and I know I’m not going to make it to midnight. So happy new year. Happy new moop.
Have a Manic Street Preachers video