January 1st... the day of the beginning. Winter feels moist, but nothing to new or interesting. The two weeks off was a nice break from the usual song and dance of studies, and I hope to make better use of things. With this said, I hope to be able to succeed and pick up the lost ground from the end of the year. Perhaps this year will be my year, I sure hope so...
~me, the widowmaking katboy from afar.
