Push the Reset Button

And not the new modern-day ones on laptops that you can program to make your computer go into hibernate mode. I'm talking about the old-school ones on the Super Nintendo that was big and purple and you could actually push the damn thing.

Anyway.

Gone is everything of old. Everything. Pictures, emails, blog posts, thoughts, ramblings. The only one single thing that remains is the notebook which will serve as simply a vessel for frustration. It shall carry everything so that I don't have to.

I will say that the fifth came and went with nothing more than a hiccup on my end. I fully recognized the day, and I spent the whole day doing the same thing I did the days preceding and following it - I played Fallout 3 the entire damn day. Damn biological needs! I subsisted on mountain dew and pringles, while my character chewed on irradiated dog meat and human flesh. All in all, a great day.

So here's to scar tissue and a new damn year.