It's now a little more than a week in to the new year, and it turns out my list of resolutions may have been a wee bit optimistic. To save face, I've scaled it back a bit:
1. Floss. Every day, starting Thursday.
2. Some form of anaerobic exercise every day, starting Thursday.
3. Write at least one page a day, starting Thursday.
4. Netflix at least one new movie a week (and actually watch them). Starting Thursday.
As you may have noticed, none of these resolutions actually start until January 10th. Why? Well, I'm still in Seattle. But by Wednesday night, I'm going to be back in Los Angeles, and my life will be returning to its regularly scheduled program of working lots and sleeping little.
And honestly, it's about damn time. This cushy living up here in Seattle is getting tiresome. No work, no obligations. Just a lot of sleeping until noon and vegging in front of the TV. I'm turning into a slack-jawed, brainless lump.
Let's get some shit done, aiight?