20xx
started work on a potentially epic transhumanist space opera, recovered my verve and self-respect after one of the worst neurological and social bankruptcies of my life, moved in with a crusty, fussy (but adorable) old dragon princess and managed NOT to get singed, fought the good fight and drove many an ethnonationalist to frustrated silence, maybe even reclaimed a tiny sploosh of Lavavixen Mana...
you know, i'm ready. gimme a 2018, cosmic motherfuckers. hell, gimme two.
20xx
(cosmos: "oh all right then should we set it on Expert for you? new year+?"
me: "nope nope nope nope nope nope" *goes frantically searching for strategy guides*)