I can't believe you're done.

I can't believe you're here. Also, you have a much cooler sounding name than Two-thousand-and-nine. Probably means you're better in almost every way imaginable. Two-thousand-and-nine left me a little bit cold, what with all the fights and all the drama I went through, but you, Twenty-ten, I have high hopes for you.

Your name sounds simple, sophisticated, none of the long and boring pronunciation of Two-thousand-and-nine. You will be a better year, I so can see that.

And so to you I dedicate this picture of the year Two-thousand-and-nine, which should, but probably wouldn't, sum up said whole year for me: