Yep, that's right, for the past two days I have been doing nothing but thinking about the changes I am going to make in 2011.
About the projects I am going to undertake.
The bad habits I am going to end.
The good habits I am going to replace them with.
The book I am going to write.
I have been filled with that sense of self righteousness that fills so many around the world on January first, usually starts to wear off around the 15th, and is almost always replaced with a "fuck it, I'm okay the way I am" feeling of malaise by Valentine's day -- which is perfect, because there is plenty of candy around to use as consolation for giving up.
This year my delirium is even more serious than in years past. My god, y'all, I made a LIST. A LIST! I didn't just drunkenly mutter something about wanting to lose 20 pounds and be nicer to people, I actually wrote shit down! There is evidence! Luckily, I started it with "make a list of plans for the new year," just so I would know I reached one of my goals.
The list does feel incomplete, though, so I'm still not sure if I can cross that one off.
Maybe in 2012.