I got big plans for today.
We got a little time-travel telepathy gig going on here, you and me, because it's not today as I write this, it's yesterday evening. My big plans are for tomorrow and by the time you read this shit, today, I'll have a much better idea as to how all these plans are proceeding. With difficulty but success is the highest of my hopes. None of this these schemes will be easy but if nothing else they'll be a huge fucking change from the norm. Change, rest, blah de fucking blah.
You want some more details on these plans? Not going to happen, folks. Today, tomorrow, I am a tremendous tosspot of a tease.
But here's a little hint. I'm ejecting some shit and picking some other shit up. I'm setting goals and shooting for the stars. I'm being all Sergeant Scattergun, Brigadier Blunderbuss when it comes to these resolutions. Not that doings are you know, New Year's Resolutions. Fuck that. They are merely things that I have resolved to do early in January of the year of our Lord 2009. If I'm going to turn this double decker of self doubt about, in this alleyway an inch wider than the bus itself, I may as well fucking start today. Tommorrow. Yesterday.
I know now, as I edit before I post just how well it's gone so far. But I'm not going to tell you that either. I'll only jinx it.
There. I've totally gone and fucking jinxed it. Bastards.
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