Got to get ready

I got to get ready to start the new year. The first resolution, for which I won’t kill myself, is to demand more of myself. I will publish two decent books throughout the course of the next year, one based on these log entries and the other possibly a compilation of poems. For now, though, I will be glad just getting some other things done as well on a last-minute basis. One of them is having more than forty thousand words in store with this manuscript alone by tonight. I won’t polish it much, I want it medium rare and a bit indecent. Like the open orchid of a vulva. First, complete this entry, publish it and then have my regular routine of exercises, then take a shower and get ready to go to my aunt’s house. I have to get cracking, immediately. I haven’t even decided, for instance, what will I wear? Vangelis, too, has to ready himself. It will be three o’clock in fifteen minutes or so. I wanted to be in Queens by five thirty, to see if we get the chance of going to the movies once we arrive at my aunt’s. There is a movie theater nearby and we could take advantage of it. I proposed cooking some pork chops myself to Astrid, but she dismissed the idea gently. In the very least, I will take plenty of alcohol for the whole family to last through the night. Now, I must get ready and then come back and finish this log.