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Exhausted.

Yes, January. Twenty-thirteen.

Will it be time to emerge from this protracted chrysalis stage soon...?

I. Hate.

Returning here month after month, year after year, not being able to announce something FIRM.

I won't sugarcoat it. I fucking loathe it. It's exasperating. It's demoralizing.

But -- clearly -- we are gluttons for punishment hereabouts. So we redouble our efforts in 2013. In 2013, we tear up the earth.