I currently have the worst case of January sickness in family history. It is now so advanced, that numerous medical experts all agree that the only conceivable cure, is to headbutt a drill-bit. Recently, a local philanthropist has stepped forward, and offered his services in steadying said drill (with pre-loaded bit) via the medium of a shiny new bracket and/or vice. We're all very touched by his generosity, and have put him forward for next year's honours, but in the interim have presented him with a miniature bracket and/or vice in silver plate. Meanwhile I await the cure in deepest anticipation.
January sickness, is of course, a total crock. It's that feeling of empty headed-ness that follows getting your hopes up in the scrag-end before New Years. Anyone may fall prey at any time, and no matter how many loose ends you endeavour to tie up, you are not safe. Citizens! Remain vigilant!
Side effects can include but are not limited to; elevated levels of dickishness, dickery, and lesser douchery. With a fair to strong chance of a rather nasty case of not-getting-laid-in-the-conceivable-future. Additional side effects may include the desire to be antisocial, and break every single one of your resolutions in the space of a week. The Kharmic backlash from all this self indulgent bullhockery, can be perhaps best summarised in this unfinished artists'* impression:
This year...
I will finish at least one picture.
Probably.
Good lord.
Also I will learn how to paint mud that doesn't look like crap. I am very sorry Rayne, for accidentally making it appear as though you've been surfing in road pie.
Maybe one day, society will forgive me. - SR
*In the loosest possible sense of the word.
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