Three hours left

I've been trying to find words, new ones, some quick turn of phrase that will be witty and fresh to end this year.

Nothing is happening.
 
I hope this is more a coloring of how mundane 2011 has been and not some foreshadowing for 2012.


Because, and I really don't want to jinx this, people, but I have a reeeeally good feeling about 2012.


I don't know why. I just have this feeling. And for people like me, a feeling can be enough.
 
I don't have any great resolutions. I have the regular ones. I'll do all I can to remain healthy, watch my blood pressure and make sure I do all I can to remain colonically balanced. I want to decrease my debt and be more financially secure. All that responsible adult stuff people who are entering the fourth decade of their life cycles are supposed to be worried about.

Wait. I lie. I do have one big resolution but it doesn't have anything to do with being a Grown Up. But I really, really want this.

I want to have a work shop ready draft of Blood on the Gael ready to show. I want to be able to finally show that I can do this. I really, really can. Not just talk about it, not just sit and plan and plan, scribble crazily in a dozen Moleskins, draw three panel comics about things I want to write, not mumble to myself dialogue or playact scenes in the bathroom mirror.

I want to get this party started. I want to show that I can do this. And you want to know what is really, really weird? I don't even care if anyone else thinks I can or not. I'm far more scared that I don't think that I can do this.

Anyway, that is that. A few more hours. A turning of the wheel. Tomorrow the sun will creep over the horizon and shine down on a the same world from the day before.

It's all really silly, isn't it? Silly human buggers.

And on and on.

See you in the future.