Hard to say, since the only real accomplishment that'd be anywhere worth a damn to me would be finally managing to kill myself. I mean yeah, I exercise everyday and do a few other odd productive things, but so fucking what? It's all ultimately useless since, when all's said & done, I'm still trapped on this festering rock as just another rotten meatbag stuck in his skin that, for all intents & purposes, might as well be an iron maiden made of flesh & bone. Anyway, with all that said, I guess my answer would be nothing, but enh. Whatever. Just me saying the same old shit I always say. Not sure why I even bother at this point.