New Year's Unresolutions

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. The reasoning behind this is pretty simple. Usually (this year being no exception), I spend the first few days of the New Year paralysed by fear. I’m talking serious no-sleep, nails-dug-deep-into-the-palms- of-my-hands terror. I don’t sleep or eat properly (unless you count chocolate and toast as one of the major food groups). I stop writing, painting, communicating with the outside world on any kind of deep level, and I waste countless hours glued to trashy geek sci-fi (the more escapist the better) or chat shows (other people’s problems are so much easier to solve by shouting at the TV). All of this usually takes place from the safety of my sofa, in my pyjamas.