has rather quickly gone by. I made no plans, and didn’t achieve a whole lot. As much as I love where I am, I know that I can’t stay here forever. Therefore, it is with grand resolve that I announce my goals for the next 12 months:
Continue losing weight (no matter how much havoc it wreaks on my self-image)
Find employment that I love (or get the business I DO have to be profitable)
Going out on a date probably wouldn’t kill me.
Finding some grown-up friends IRL would most likely be beneficial.
Sorry, I’m not a grown-up yet. I just pretend.