Next year, I'm going to...
1. Get a car. And a driver's license, I suppose.
2. Send my promo stuff to that one company that Dys kept going on about, and that other one in New York. Maybe nothing will come of it, but they're pretty much guaranteed not to give me anything if I don't get in touch with them, so what have I got to lose? It'd be nice to side-step those d-bags at Hometown Heroes. They are my primary revenge-motivation. I plan on being so rampantly successful that when H.H finally come to their senses and try to book me for shit, I can be all like, sorry, I'm unavailable because I'm too busy kicking ass and taking names and being Better Than You. Yes, I am that petty. Fucking shut up.
3. Do a little researchin' and see what else I can come up with. I know people in places other than here. Perhaps I could be doing things in those places.
4. Be more informed. TED talks, people! Scanning news sites for a couple of minutes every day, reading the paper, finding websites that tell me about books written about things that actually matter. I suppose it's time to finally become a citizen of the world, or at least something less of an ignoramus.
5. Travel. I'm going to go to at least one place that I haven't been before, that I'm not getting paid to go to.
6. Keep up with the improvement with The Problem. I think it's been about nine weeks. Someone should give me a poker chip or something.
7. Talk to the folks more. A small part of me may hate them with the fire of a thousand suns, but a much larger part knows they're not going to be around forever, and it's not worth wasting time holding grudges.
8. Try to be a little nicer. People are never going to get smarter or less annoying, so I suppose it's up to me to make sure I either deal with their irritating bullshit with as much grace as I can, or find ways to not be around them. I will be the best-natured hermit you only sort of met.
