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I did not rake the leaves this year. I did not work a job through to the end of the year. I did not go to Spain. I did not stick around for very long in the poetry scene this year once it got cold outside and I felt like it was going nowhere and I had little more to offer for awhile. I did not get a chance to visit many friends. I did not get in such a bad mood that I couldn't punch my way out of it. I didn't sleep in an igloo. I didn't do too many dishes. I didn't write all that much or take very many pictures. I did not kill my eardrums with music, but came damn near close. I did not catch tonight's episode of America's Top Model. I did not manage to get ahold of Kirsten Dunst this year. I did not start my own business or close the gap between the rich and the poor, the haves and the have nots. I did not contain my enthusiasm over new anarchist thoughts that sprung into my head so fast! I did not wind up moving back to D.C. in the heat of "desperation." I've learned my lesson. I did not receive any invitations to go anywhere: the world is writing its own story and caught up. I am floating in limbo.