What to do?

I was reading Dooce, and she is all damned excited about something. It made me realise I haven't planned anything this year to get all excited about myself.

My year thus far looks thus (doesn't the use of "thus" make by writing seem so much more sophisticated?):

January 28th: Fat Freddy's Drop in Petone

April 16th: Duathlon

December 16th: My birthday

WHAT! Nothing else?

Time for some scheming.