Sweet Jesus, we are all gonna die someday.

It's times like these I really fucking cherish my memories of the nineties. And hell, even the 00s. Those were great times. Timeless times, one could say. Everyone says we're gonna die from a plague soon. That's slightly depressing.

I've never been the type to believe in or set resolutions but I do have goals, like most of the world. For 2020, I'll just throw some out there:

1. Update this fucking blog on a schedule.

2. Finish my fucking final draft of my new novel.

3. Get my yoga certification.

4. Become a nudist.

5. Dismantle what the literary community is becoming. Because it sucks.

6. Drink less soda? Fuck if I know.

So let's rock it out.