Resolved

WHEREAS, your faithful blogger has had the worst year of his life; and

WHEREAS, in two days, the year 2010 will finally, thankfully, be dead and buried; and

WHEREAS, this shit gotta stop.

RESOLVED,

In the year 2011, your faithful blogger shall finish his casebook, finish his novel, eat healthier, start living his life more on schedule, learn to relax more, ponder less, and be more connected to the world at large.  Maybe even get a fucking job.

Feel free to begin placing odds on how soon I crap out on these goals.  Sous Chef suggests setting up a pool.