- Not get off the couch.
- Find a new workaround for the New York Times paywall.
- Keep eating past that strange feeling I get in the back of my esophagus when I eat too much bread, attaining bread nirvana.
- Watch the neighbor’s two cats (for five minutes, through the window, across the courtyard, in the opposite building).
- Finally reply to one of the twenty or so YouTube comments I’ve gotten from people concerned about the wellbeing of my pet goldfish and let them know that the video in question is four years old, the goldfish is gone (not dead! Sold. Along with the fish tank, though, to a guy who looked like he might have gone and eaten it alive. I don’t know his YouTube channel.)
That’s about it. I like how my first blog post was all about how I was done with the internet status quo and how I wasn’t going to be using dates on my posts (as if that’s some grand gesture against the status quo?) and yet every subsequent post so far has been implicitly but very obviously dated. Not to mention the metadata that anyone could easily dig up and find the date. Nothing is real. Or everything is real, but the shallow aesthetics of ambiguity is king.
Maybe I’ll be vague and not mention the year.