I'm not a quitter.

New Years resolutions - Most of us make them, Some of us mean it, and Few of us succeed. I think the reason for that is most people aim too high and narrow with their goals: "I'm going to lose 50 pounds." Or: "I'm going to stop smoking." They seem like admirable goals, but both are extremely difficult to pull off without long-term dedication. I'm not saying it can't be done(It should be done!), but let's face it- those resolutions suck. At least at first, anyway. Depriving your body of something it has grown to consider sacred, whether it be food, cigarettes, or porn(or whatever your addictions are...you know you have them!), well...it just isn't fun. So this year I resolved to do something that has instant gratification with minimum deprivation.

My resolution is simple- I, BOB, resolve to 'get my fucking act together'. Straight, and to the point. But beware!, for in it's elegant simplicity lies it's power. It's so non-specific that I can accomplish it in a multitude of ways. Anything positive that I do, and would like to continue doing well, can be considered 'getting my fucking act together'. So far, it has been pretty easy. My act is so completely not together that it is hard to actually do much of anything without causing at least a slight improvement in my situation. It's like a basketball about to run out of steam, jittering fractions of an inch above the surface. All it takes is a good, quick slap, though, to get it going full force again. I'm hoping the analogy will hold true to my sorry act.

Thus far, it appears to be working. I really did get a lot done before and after work(until I sat down to write this stupid post!). I won't bore the world(no one) with the details, but it involves pecan squares and a couch. Seperately. Not exactly the kind of slap my act needs, but I feel better about it, and that's the whole point. And on that note, I'm gonna go get some nice, productive sleep.