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Okay, so I was going to do a Bookanista post today, but I was too lazy to do it. I can't do another list, because I did a (potentially lame) one on Tuesday. I'm not blogging tomorrow, and I'm taking next week off, so this is my last post of 2010.

It has to be good.

And...

Yeah.

This is it.

I could tell you that I like that Target commercial where Santa is running in to get a last minute gift.

But that's ghetto.

I could tell you that I've started watching Seinfeld again, and every episode is just as good as I remember.

But that just shows how old I am.

I could tell you that I've eaten out at least once every day this week.

But that just illustrates...something about me. I'm not sure what.

So I guess I'll just say this: 2011 IS GOING TO BE THE YEAR OF AWESOME.

Are you ready?

525,600 Minutes

I began querying my novel one year ago.

525,600 minutes ago.

From the musical Rent:

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? In inches? In miles? In laughter? In strife?

In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?

I've done a lot in a year. I've tried to put those 525,600 minutes to good use. Sure, I farmed virtually. Who doesn't? I slept in too much on weekends. I taught 700 students for 180 days. I enjoyed 365 nature moments. I've probably listened to 525,600 minutes of Pandora.

I lived. Loved. Wrote. Laughed. Deleted. Cried. Breathed. Tried again and again and again.

What have you done in the last 525,600 minutes? Has it been a good year for you? Why or why not?