Inspired by Devorah's Blog no. 62 (well, sorta...)

I promise to quit smoking (eventually). I promise to get through at least a bachelor's program in nursing. I promise to try at least a little bit to not get chewed out by people that matter at work. I promise to consider the merits of impulse control. I promise to improve my cognition that my horror at much of humanity is my issue and that it is not my job to correct humanity. I promise to always have a twisted sense of humor. I promise to always have a sense of self. I promise that my sense of self will never be one that I absorbed from whomever I might be with, but always my own. I promise to always love The Cure, road trips, cosmopolitans, and Skippy peanut butter. I promise to always love my best friends, my family (kinda redundant, I know), and cats. I promise to always love myself, even if it's not enough. I promise to always cherish my past, good or bad. I promise to knit many more damned fabulous things before I die. I promise to have travelled all of the contiguous U.S. that I care to and everywhere else I want to before I die. I promise to one day have an Airstream trailer and a '67 Mustang hardtop in silvery blue paint with white interior. I promise to be fluent in at least three languages within the next year. I promise to blog some time within the next day....