They say that this is the time people actually have the time and mood to throw out lavish parties and organize elaborate dinners, with nice desserts set in those tiny frosted glasses as well as fireworks and good wine when the clock struck 12.

This, they say, is also the time most people will think back on what they have done for the past 12 months, as well as to reevaluate their plans for the future.

Sigh.

For me, I see nothing but setbacks and missed chances. The deterioration of the person, as well as the degeneration of qualities in many many areas.

Still so weak, still so small and ignorant. Lazy, and for the love of Jaffa a procrastinator of the most hideous kind.

How loathsome!

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