Lets call it...

This year, for all intents is over. Kaput. Shot. Most decidedly it has amounted to the greatest crash and burn of my life... The only thing (chance?) left to do is grab my boot straps and pull. Pull, fucking PULL! I won't say this is it, won't say I'm going to change because the only thing worse than being out of shape is bullshitting about what you're going to do. Actions. Not words.

Happy Holidays,

KPW