First post of the new year is Random. Interesting.

It feels like a Sunday. I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow.

I need yarn.

headache headache headache. come. on.

yeah, you should probably actually familiarize yourself with Michigan gun law before you go running your mouth about it.

I wish there was a way to easily get the last of the cereal out of the box without all the cereal powder coming with it.

iron iron iron iron iron deficiency. whee.

I don’t make resolutions.

Every time I get on Facebook lately I just get right back off again.

I like peppermint.

Why do people always add an s to Happy New Year? It’s the same as with Daylight Saving Time. I don’t understand it. Happy New Year. Not Happy All the Future New Years.

I am . huh. Can’t remember. ..

I like peppermint.

I couldn’t make the bubbles freeze. Even though it’s 14 degrees. -4 with the windchill.

So very cold. Maybe I’ll go try again when I can feel my fingertips again. Yes. That is a good plan.

I could use a nap.

Some good ideas for photo projects for the new year. I kind of did the tea one … you should check out my book.

I really need to do a new book.

Ooooh! I get to vote NO! on some stuff next month! And then be bitter because it won’t matter and my property taxes will go up. AGAIN. Bastards.

See? Soup is not filling. This is one of the many many reasons I do not like soup. It’s not a meal. It’s a hot chunky weird beverage.

I suppose half eaten by a coyote is better than all eaten by a coyote. If you’re still breathing, anyway.

I’m contemplating Flickr again. As I periodically do. I still loathe the new layout. It’s awful. Just awful.

I hear tell a bunch of 365 alums are going to take a stab at a 365 for 2014. I think I’m going to have to pass on that one. I am going to be just the tiniest bit busy …

Toast is good.

I have to sew up the dragon wing now.

Yes.

Where the bloody hell are my scissors?

I’m probably never going to turn that thing into a monster. I should just frog it out.

I’m fairly certain that I will never be comfortable again.

el oh el

I have to admit, I was tempted for a minute, on the 365 thing. But then I remembered how much work it is. And also, I’m not terribly fond of how I look in self portraits right now.

But I told Sarah I’d post one now and then. Just cos she asked so nicely.

Raylan is turning out to be a crazy fast read. I’m sad there won’t be any more.

Why do I have Sinead O’Connor stuck in my head? Dammit!

I should take a nice hot shower.

I should finish casting off this sweater.

There, now for the sleeves. I hate sleeves. Sleeves are … I dunno. Not fun.

Silly stars. Stay put!

Well that’ll knock your ego right down to nothin’, won’t it?

People get all inspired to do things and make huge changes at the new year. There’s so little follow through. I think it falls into the same category as people who are addicted to self help books. What are you actually accomplishing? Why not just accomplish it?

Just like watching an alien move around in there.

I probably didn’t eat enough dinner.

Oh they’re hearts! I thought they were fingerprints. How odd.

floppy hat in wool

Yes, well, but –

Army of tiny snowmen!

This might actually be the single most uncomfortable chair in the entire house.

So, open carry is completely legal in Michigan, she explains that to the “alarmed” caller, but dispatches a patrol unit anyway? What the hell?

There is something pokey in my slipper. That is not cool.

Can someone buy me some yarn? No? sigh.

Someday, I will figure out what the hell that noise is.

My left eye doesn’t open all the way. Never has. Let’s move along.

OK. I’m about done with today. For serious. I need a massage. And I’m not gonna get one.

Oh come on. Are we really still clinging to “that awkward moment when”? Let it die. Just. Let. It. DIE.

Oh look, everyone’s doing Instagram 365s too. I’ve been doing an Insta photo a day since July of 2012. It’s all on the Tumblr.

I think this sweater needs a matching hat. Yes. It is still cold here in March and April. Yes, they will come in handy.

also, i’d hoped. Around here! ~JenniferBot

I can’t zip it. Too much belly.

Aw! Miss W has resolutions! And they’re good ones! I wished her much luck.

Ooooh, a plan! Yes, I have a plan! It’s a good plan!

Happy New Year. I hope it’s your best ever. For serious.