Ever since the dawn of this new millennium (is it even new anymore?), each time January rolls around, I have such a hard time wrapping my head around the new year. I can't exactly put my finger on what irks me, but something about saying "two-thousand-twelve" out loud has me thinking I should be wearing a shiny one-piece spacesuit with colored trim a la Zenon: Girl of the Twenty-First Century.
Seriously, does anyone else have this issue? No, just me? Story of my life.