- pick up my writing again. No more procrastination out of me (or at least considerably less procrastination). And no more utilizing lack of inspiration as an excuse to deviate from what I love and ought to be doing.
- Commence the convocation of the new generation of Hellfish.
And, uh, that's all I've got so far. I feel like I've done really well this past year; I've tried many new things, I've dedicated myself to a good cause, I've helped and given to a lot of people and I would be very content with continuity in those aspects. Now don't think that I don't want more out of this coming year, because I do. I welcome change. And I assure you, the congenital inclination for caprice is fluttering in my organs and throbbing within my arteries. For instance, I'd like to travel, I'd like to sky-dive, I'd love to act in a small movie, but most of all, what I want the most out of the approaching year is some romance. I'm a sap. I hope something good happens soon.
Remember readers, rearrange your consistencies, constantly.
