So this was the plan for my shiny New Year's Day--spend the day cleaning my place and setting goals for 2009.
This is what actually happened--the cold I'd been staving off for the past several days walloped me full force, leaving me a coughing, hacking mess. So I grabbed a gallon of citrus punch and I've been swilling it down steadily over the course of the day.
The condo is still a mess. But I do have Saturday.
My dear friend Rob has decided to spend 2009 reading all 300 issues of the comic book epic Cerebus and has chosen to blog about the process:
Much like me, he dropped out way before the final issue, so it should be interesting to see his reactions to the parts that he missed and the parts that he'd long since forgotten about.
I'm also looking at starting up another bloggy thing, but I need to be sure I can provide adequate time to all my other endeavors before I take it on.
Last year, I set seven goals and brought three to full completion, so this year I figure I'll try three goals and see how that works. They are:
1. Get the novel revised and submitted somewhere.
2. Get Social Butterfly turning a profit, however modest.
3. Set up an LLC for myself and get it providing some kind of positive cash flow.
We'll see how that shakes out.
Today I took pleasure in dancing to "Ziggy Stardust" and "Suffragette City" as played by The Pin-Ups.
Today I learned there's an Ulta cosmetics store not too far from where I live. I may start going all girly again.