Well, I missed my fucking deadline again. I really am pathetic. In September, I promised myself I would die in the first week of January. When that rolled around and I still wasn't ready, I moved it up to the 25th. And now that day has come, and I still can't do it. Now, you'll read this and assume that I have second thoughts about dying. I do not. It's just that I'm not quite ready to say goodbye to my life yet. I have a few more things I need to get done, and I'm tired of trying to guess how long it'll take and setting timetables for this shit. So, no more planned dates of departure. I'm simply not good enough at scheduling to predict something like that. I'm in the process of cleaning my room, setting up my method, putting my mind at ease, and generally wrapping things up around here. These tasks will be done when they're done; I'm not gonna try and play Nostradamus any more.