2007.

Dear 2007: please don't suck. Thank you.

I was asleep last night by 10:30. I asked Brian to wake me up at midnight, but he fell asleep too. How sad. I remember the years I spent New Year's Eve at the foot of the Space Needle. Those days are long gone. I'm only 34, but sometimes I act decades older.

Whatever demon crawled into my stomach on Saturday seems to have mostly disappeared. Thank God. Brian was thisclose to dragging me to an ER somewhere and I just wasn't in the mood. I hope this isn't going to be a new monthly occurrence for me.

As a result of being mostly bed-bound the last couple of days, I have not accomplished anything I meant to do this weekend. Par for the course for 2006, I suppose. Lots of grand plans that did not come to fruition. My main goal for 2007 is to Get Shit Done. Whether it be losing a bunch of goddamn weight, finally organizing the hundreds and hundreds of books we have, organizing our papers and getting a fireproof safe for the really important ones, finally finish stripping the wallpaper in the guest room, etc and etc...I want to Get Shit Done. No more procrastination and justification for laziness. Shit needs to Get Done.

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