So this is the New Year!
And I don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance
Actually those fireworks are getting sort of annoying.
I am tired and I want to sleep, but I am sick and my muscles hurt, and I can't lay right without being in pain.
So I'm writing a journal entry.
What are my resolutions this year?
I am going to learn how to cook.
I am going to read way more.
I am going to record.
I will not let myself go ignored.
I will say what I've wanted to tell you for years.
I am going to take more road-trips.
I am going to sell my work at conventions.
I am going to finish the art for that damn dating sim.
And tomorrow I am going to go get myself a bowl of horribly greasy and ghetto Chinese food, and I am going to eat it and it is going to be AWESOME.
Why is it that things that are so bad for you inevitably taste AMAZING?
Those lo mein noodles will be the death of me.
