On New Year's Eve, my mind was spinning as I devised what will surely be the motto of 2007: "2 Thousand 24/7." We all THOUGHT we were dancing as fast as we could in 2006 (which I named "Two Thousand Sex" last new year's and -- as you can see -- it did not take). But in 2 thousand 24/7, I think our heads are going to start blowing off our bods. I, for one, plan to spend the year bringing multitasking to obscene levels: I'll wear tap shoes to bed, blog in the shower, moisturize while meditating, screen two shows at once, and talk on my cell phone and Blackberry phone simultaneously. It's a promise in ink.

I, the spirit of 2 Thousand 24/7, I am currently pounding out this blog at my desk while skimming the New York Post, drinking my coffee, and watching President Ford's funeral -- which may seem v. 2006 to YOU, but there is a hint of 2 thousand 24/7 mania about it for ME. Today is a very depressing day for most of us (besides my sister, it's her b-day) -- made all the worse by having to mourn a President and as a result of said mourning, the pre-emption on the east coast of "The View." The havoc that President Ford continues to wreak!