New Year, New Goals... or Things I always seem to say

So here we are in 2012. The month of January has already past in this the year 2012. And I have myself a new computer. One with a ton of memory. Memory I can use to write, and write, and write some more. So I guess then that I should write.

I used to love to write on this blog. The entries weren't long. They weren't profound. But they were consistent. I need to get back into the habit of regularly writing some shit down. Maybe, just maybe, the next great American novel is waiting inside me. Its just waiting to break out.

I'm drinking a PBR and listening to Norah Jones right now. Its late at night and I should be getting to bed. My beagles are snoring on my bed right now. I should sleep. I've got a double ahead of me tomorrow. And then another double on Saturday. And then after that double, Julie and I are driving to Blacksburg to see her twin and watch the Super Bowl. Go Giants! It should be the Saints against the Pats and not the fucking Giants. But what can you do? So, again, I should get some sleep. And since I just finished my beer, I will get sleep.

Goodnight all. I shall make every attempt to do this again REAL soon...