resolution time

Downloading all of the singles I've been wanting from iTunes. Sorting out the music into gi-normous playlists. Going to work but hardly working. The first two weeks of December is the absolute best time to go on vacation - little traffic, lower airfares, and when you return, everyone is in the holiday mood so another 2 weeks of de facto vacation. But that means I haven't done any real work for 4 weeks. 'Tis a dangerous thing knowing me (as I do so intimately) - idle hands and too many thoughts, change sounds sweeter and sweeter. Someone said one of my resolutions should be to complete my flat lease. How true, I really am getting restless again...and at the moment all I can think about is deserted tropical beaches. Yesterday I got a phone call from a tropical beach that made my day. Worrisome, but it's okay to reminisce during this time of year.

Resolution time. The first time ever that I'm actually bothered, it seems strangely imperative now. Totally stressing about them as well because knowing me, it will be like the 10 commandments, set in stone. My god it makes my stomach churn, the very thought of it. I'm such a masochist, the goal is only worthwhile if it's painful at some level. Time to beat down these frivolous ideas or follow them to the bitter end.