As I sit here languishing from insomnia and laryngitis, one would think that I'd be in no mood to write a journal entry, right? Riiiiiiiight?
If that's the case, then you're only thinking half-right! Because while I look forward to telling you (either the plural 'you' or the lone but much-loved cricket who actually reads my year-end journal entries) about how my year went outside of the paltry few pictures I've uploaded... Let's be real, my brain's a bit more scrambled than usual because of the tag-team of aforementioned afflictions, so if you're expecting a review that has any semblance of coherence or chronological consistency, then boy oh