Thirty-One Days Left in 2003.

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I bring this up because, well, remember those resolutions you made back in January? You know the ones that I’m talking about; yeah, those. Not much time left to get them resolved, after all… and there’s no way that you’ll be able to reassign them for next year, remember? Next year’s 2004, and that’s a general election year, and it’s already promising to be a Battle Royale and War To The Knife. Left, Center or Right (or just Out There), you may not have time to do all the new resolutions next January 1st, let alone handle old ones.

So, here’s your wakeup call. Clean out that mental In-Box, spend the next month clearing your internal desk and gird thy metaphorical loins. Next year’s gonna be a doozy, so get yourself prepped now.

(pause)

Who, me? Hey, I’m caught up: straightened out my finances, got a driver’s license and I’m 7/8ths along the way to getting free of the Demoness Nicotine. In other words, I can coast for the rest of the year, oh my droogies…

Moe

2 thoughts on “Thirty-One Days Left in 2003.”

  1. My resolutions were to learn to rollerblade and speak German. I am infinitely improved on numerous levels as a result. I can sprain my wrist at high speeds, and now have many more phrases in the Teuton tongue than my former, solitary, ‘dein gabelstapler ist in zweite reihe parken’ which, meaning ‘your forklift truck is double-parked’, I have yet to employ.

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