lazy days, hazy days

Happy New Year.

New Years' Eve is overrated when it happens every night. I've been stuck in a party cycle. Drinking, recovering, drinking to recover, sleeping 14 hours a day, watching crappy foxtel movies, and wishing I could get off my slack arse and do something productive. Blah, plenty of time for that. I'm having a good time. Wish my kidneys could say the same.

It's only Day 2 and already I've scratched half my resolutions off my list. I won't be keeping them, no matter how hard I try to pretend I will. Like getting to work on time and not storing half my wardrobe in the backseat of my car. But a few of them won't be too hard to stick to, like becoming more organised and professional in my work with the mag, and blogging more regularly.

Blog on!