I do not have the energy at this time to illiterate stories from my mind that dictate what I think this year will be. And while I daydream of females who, by all accounts, love my sensibilities and embolden me with their presence in a place I do not now enough of, I remain confident if not raptured from the understanding that this is going to be a great year. For I have dates with pretty girls and money saved up. And things could not be better for how worse the rest of the world seems to be.