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Ah, winter is coming my friends, it is coming and it cannot be stopped. I have one more big project to take care of architecture-wise, and then I am gathering my nuts and hiding in my cave from January to April. I swear, do not expect to see me. I will be missing for at least four months.

In that four months, here is my plan. I am going to get buff at the gym. Not just maintaining my non smoking weight (been going to the gym EVERY day, have gained 3 pounds in the blink of an eye, so what? 3 pounds I can deal with for an additional decade on my life right? Right). So I will get buff at the gym, do all the things I know I am supposed to do to get buff, situps, pushups, the things I tell myself I can skip in the interest of time.

I am going to save up and buy myself a laptop. And I am going to write a story, not a Nanowrimo story (can I admit yet that I’m not going to finish this year? Maybe) but a real story, I’m going to try and really write something. Now, I will do this with or without a laptop, but let’s admit it folks, writing at the Starbucks with a yummy big thing of tea on a snowy night is very attractive. More attractive than sitting in my apartment on John’s computer while a million other things are going on.

I am going to be a couch potato. Now I’m pretty good at this now, most nights I’m home on the couch, but this winter will be like nothing you have ever seen. I am going to be a busy “lazy”. A puttering around, writing, buff kind of lazy. I’m going to watch 24 and the OC on dvd. I’m going to read each and every book I can get my hands on, I’m going to clean my apartment, and write, I’m going to learn more about architecture and then sit on the couch, I’m going to learn about dogs, and maybe get one in the spring. I’m going to treat myself right nice, and stress about little. I’m going to travel to Ann Arbor, on the train, with my laptop with the OC on it, and go see my best friends in the world. I’m going to go to the dentist, and get my teeth fixed.

This is my plan for Winter 2005-2006. Make no little plans, they have no magic to stir men’s blood.