2011!

Happy New Year, folks.

So far, so good. New Zealand wine, a late night banging out what will be the first of many projects for the year, Type O Negative mini-marathon through the new headphones... yeah, so far so good.

Other folks have expressed great expectations for 2011, but I honestly have no clue what I expect from this year. Nothing, really: I'll take it as it comes, though I won't say I have no hopes for the next 360-odd days. I'm just not sure what they are.

For now, I'll just say all hail Type O Negative's version of "Paranoid" and writing, which go hand in hand in the small hours.