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[dewinged]

Well now. With the speed at which my laundry usually dries (we'll call it 'glacial'), I might be up for a while longer than I really wish to be. Fun. :P

Gaming tomorrow night, right after work. But that's usually kinda cool, and while I am happy they're over, I will find myself missing the 'party' atomosphere of the holiday season. Though, as the final part, we're getting treated to pizza tomorrow at work. No need to worry about making lunch, which is one teeny tiny little thing off my mind.

Resolutions? Oh, hell no. I don't make them. Avoidance issues? You betcha. :)

Now...what to do this year. Suggestions?

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This Year?

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There are lots of things you can do this year.

Write a novel. Make it good. Twelve months should be sufficient. If you have to, make it about yourself. That should be easy enough.

Go up to an army recruiter and tell 'em you prefer men, then dance around because you are untouchable on account of violating "Don't ask, don't tell".

Adopt one of them foreign kids Sally Struthers feels so bad about. They can call you "Unca Kyle".

Read a collection of short stories by T.C. Boyle. Trust me on this one.

Self-publish your own comic. C'mon, you know you want to. Maybe keep the print run small. Say...one copy. Hug it to yourself at night as a sign of a great accomplishment.

Kill Gandalf the Grey in an rp game. It worked for Igor, Ken, and Carson.

Watch the BBC mini-series I, Claudius if for no other reason than to play, "Spot the famous British actor." See Patrick Stewart with hair! See if you recognize John Rhys-Davies at all!

Go on vacation to another state. Doesn't matter which one. Well, not Utah. Never trust a state with a porn czar.

Don't sweat the small stuff because it's all small stuff.

Cherish what you have.

Don't regret what you don't.

But if there's something missing and you know what it is, let no one, especially yourself, stop you from getting it. Unless it's illegal.

Hug a baby.

Let a dog lick your face.

Get one of them ping-pong paddles where there's a ball attached to an elastic string. They're loads of fun.

Get on your knees and thank God for Marvel finally figuring out how to make a good movie. Then ask yourself if there really is an audience for the Man-Thing.

Remember the buck stops with you, so don't blame other people for your own problems. Unless it's their fault.

Don't go to Disneyworld. Uncle Walt was a Nazi at one time and it's so cliche.