I am somehow still alive.

Happy 2011 everyone. I rang in the new year by drunkenly howling near a roaring fire (and four children). No criminal charges were filed, I managed not to urinate on anything important, and my corpus, however loathsome, is still intact.

I made no real resolutions, but I have decided to do two things: knock off the cigarettes (which in essence I have already done) and move to Chatham County. Bobby and I are going to get some jobs or something, and we are going to rent a place in the woods and live like horrid beasts. I realize I've got to square away some bullshit (license, etc.), but I am happy enough to get some shit done now that I at least have an attainable goal.

Meanwhile, here's a public service announcement:

This message brought to you by me, pills, and a (not really) scared dog

Here's to a rad 2011.