I thought I was prepared. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It's the beginning of the year. The gyms are full for the next couple of weeks; there's a marked uptick in sales of books and downloads of podcasts dedicated to self-improvement and fitness and diets and *keto*.

Resolutions, however, are bullshit. Let me explain what I mean by that.

"I don't have the time for it anymore. I don't have the same inspiration I used to. I just don't feel like it."

I had a number of great experiences with my old pizza box keyboard; mainly I would get drunk and write truly awful poetry. Those really were the days, or I'd probably say as much if I could actually remember them.