Next year I'm going to give this up. I'm going to make some real money, get fit and have more sex. Next year things are going to be different. Really? Stop dreaming. Unless aliens beam you up to the mother ship and turn you into a completely different person, none of these things are going to happen.
Some people seem to think there are magic spells woven into the end of the Gregorian calendar. They live in an ever-expanding bubble of blind faith, hope and optimism that, come January, everything will be different.
Well, it won't. Sorry to burst your bubble.
~ Ben Trovato