This scene ends badly, as you can imagine

2023 was an annus horribilis, or possibly just an anus. I can't think of a damn positive thing to say about it. I can't think of anything about it in broad strokes except all the shit that happened! Most of the last six months are just awkwardly compartmentalized away in some dark and spider-ridden part of my brain; at some point I'm going to have to look at and deal with them, but that's a job for 2024 Thorne, I guess.

I can think of plenty of ways next year can be just as bad, if not worse, so I'm just going to hope for better.

Happy Year Year, everybody. See you on the flip side.