The end of the year is approaching. With it, arguably, comes the end of the decade. I guess it's a time to reflect and make resolutions. Although I have plans to make quite a few changes. That might mean I'd have to break the last New Year's Resolution I made, but not really. I'm not silly enough to think I can magically change everything once the clock strikes midnight on Thursday. Sometimes, though, I think it might be better to make ridiculous promises to myself, since many of the things I'm slowly changing and planning to change are things I've talked about endlessly here.

The only thing I can really ponder right now, however, is why the fuck I'm so depressed today when I was ecstatic about my life very recently. It could be that this time of year brings parties, and the type of partying I do involves depressants. It could be that I had to go back to work today after enjoying a few days off with my honey, as opposed to the days off without him I spend on the road. It could be that Barry Dworkin pissed on the fucking couch again (I know, I know. A vet appointment is on its way). It could be a sign that something is wrong with one of the other Crystals (since DID is a plausible explanation for blacking out like I do).

I don't know. I'm gonna drink a beer and go to bed. Maybe I'll wake up on the other side of the bed tomorrow (except I'd have to roll over Bob to get there).

Two years ago, I was bothered by my posture. It still bothers me. It improved a bit when I boxercised. Maybe WiiFit will help...