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Monday,
January 1, 2007
A new year
And the question is, do I plan on making any resolutions for
the year?
And the response is, hell no. Do I look like I'm that organized?
I do have some goals, yes: I plan to write every day, even if it's just a single sentence, and I have a new exercise plan. Oh, and I'd like to save up enough to get Invisaligns because the teeth are really starting to bug me now. But I don't like to call them resolutions because, well, it's just too damn easy for me to break resolutions. Goals, however, seem to carry more weight.
Speaking of weight, oh dear sweet mother of Cthulhu, but I'm out of shape. It's not even the extra pounds -- it's the fact that my muscles are tighter than an E on first string. I did some stretching before and after tonight's workouts, as per the new plan, and my back muscles told me that if I EVER did anything that stupid again they would make sure that I regretted it to my dying day. And I believed them -- they sounded mean.
So, while my muscles are trying to forgive me, I'm sitting here indulging in my OCD and watching the second season of DEAD LIKE ME. Holy crap, but this is a good show -- I never caught it while it was on Showtime because, well, we didn't have Showtime. But Lyndon saw a couple of eps at Steve's house a couple of years ago, and suggested it as his Christmas present. All I can say, honey, is damn cool present.