New Year's Eve.

In a tad morbid mood. I'm sure in a couple of days, I'll be firing off another huge rant about the various events of the week. But in the meantime, one peculiar liturgical thought is running through my head:

Do you reject the glamour of Evil, and refuse to be mastered by it?

A somewhat nonsensical thing to be thinking in these amoral times, I know. Nonetheless, there's this interesting saying: "God does not consult your past to determine your future."

Hopefully the next post will be the usual, cliched Adrian Mole-style list of New Year's resolutions.