Ah, the start of a new year. Time to cast aside the bad habits of yesteryear and begin anew. Yet, here I sit, still up at two-thirty in the a.m., though I meant to start keeping a more sunshiny schedule, munching Honey Nut Cheerios straight out of the box, though I know I’ll be going to bed in less than an hour, a totally B-movie, unnecessarily nudie Asia Argento movie playing on mute in the background (she’s certainly no Monica Bellucci), contemplating the failure to success ratio I expect from this year, only to discover that I am still pessimistically-inclined.

An earlier height test proved that I am also still vertically-challenged.

Apparently the Earth making one more lap around the sun did not automatically make me a better, wiser, taller, more happy-go-lucky individual. And apparently turkey wishbone wishes don’t work. Do not be fooled by the propaganda!

And to the SEVERAL! of you who bought my book in the past month, I would just like to say, I know that you have your choice in reading material and I thank you for choosing to ride the Riley Express. But I must warn you – Where it stops… nobody knows.

Seriously though, I appreciate all of the continued support. You do know how to give my Debbie Downer worldview a sharp kick straight to the teeth.

Oh, and when eating Honey Nut Cheerios while computing, use only your non-dominant hand. Otherwise, you end up with both a sticky keyboard and a sticky mouse.

Happy New Year.

Late.