I’m still bent. I’m trying not to be, but I’m discovering I hold grudges a lot closer to my chest than I thought.
Go figure.
Despite having no formal New Year’s Resolutions, I’ve discovered that my Goals notebook is constantly being scribbled in and new tasks added.
They were just added when 2008 was days old, so I suppose they’re technically not New Year’s Resolutions.
Boy, that’s a relief.
This semester is looking to be a beyotch of one. I’ve only been to two classes so far, and one looks to have three papers in it, the other four short stories.
Yeah, I know. It’s a comp class and a fiction class. What did I expect, right?
Lyrical Fool 