I know I'm nearly a week late at this point, but I'm not sure I care. So what did I manage to accomplish in this past year?

I started volunteering at my local library and with several local furry groups, but I still can't find part time or full time work.

I did manage to write a lot of short romantic fiction, which I've been uploading to my writing account. I've started work on a longer fantasy novel or novella, but it may take a while. Maybe I can piece together some of what I have and release a first chapter this month.

I revived a weekly meet and have been making it my own and people have been enjoying it, so I guess that's a plus.

I got my YouTube channel back up off the ground and started doing videos as a PNGTuber, but it feels like I'm not drawing in anyone. I probably lost most of my audience when I went on break for years.

I still feel tired a lot of the time. I'm worried my health care is going to get taken away thanks to the Big Horrible Bill and Donald Trump's temper tantrums against Colorado.

Still doesn't feel like anyone will ever be interested in me, romantically or intellectually or any other way.

No goals or resolutions for this year. I feel like I'm just trying to survive at this point.