Erev 2008
Another year over, a-wop-bop-a-lou-bop-a-wop-bam-boom.
Christmas was Christmas. Got Mario & Sonic At The Olympic Games for the Wii, and an awesome Eagles throw for our bed. On Friday, I'm taking Chelsea to see Rent at the Kimmel Center. I've never seen it. I guess it's time I should, right?
I gave blood on Friday. Yes, good ol' pussy-face Brian actually allowed strangers to stick him and suck a pint of blood out of him in the name of goodwill and awesomeness. But it felt good to do a mitzvah. And I got a free t-shirt! Woo!
2007. Wow. I took on a bunch of new and exciting responsibilities this year. Like, y'know, indipendent living (except that I'm not by myself, I have Chelsea with me). I also got handed the entire DP department when Z. went into the hospital in July. It upsets me to know that her holiday has been wasted in a catatonic state in a hospital room instead of with her friends and family, who have spent the last six months worrying about her.
It's weird how you look upon a new year's calendar full of blank pages. What will happen over the next 366 days?
And, more importantly, where are my pants?
Friends, I hope you have a good year, wherever you are.
Christmas was Christmas. Got Mario & Sonic At The Olympic Games for the Wii, and an awesome Eagles throw for our bed. On Friday, I'm taking Chelsea to see Rent at the Kimmel Center. I've never seen it. I guess it's time I should, right?
I gave blood on Friday. Yes, good ol' pussy-face Brian actually allowed strangers to stick him and suck a pint of blood out of him in the name of goodwill and awesomeness. But it felt good to do a mitzvah. And I got a free t-shirt! Woo!
2007. Wow. I took on a bunch of new and exciting responsibilities this year. Like, y'know, indipendent living (except that I'm not by myself, I have Chelsea with me). I also got handed the entire DP department when Z. went into the hospital in July. It upsets me to know that her holiday has been wasted in a catatonic state in a hospital room instead of with her friends and family, who have spent the last six months worrying about her.
It's weird how you look upon a new year's calendar full of blank pages. What will happen over the next 366 days?
And, more importantly, where are my pants?
Friends, I hope you have a good year, wherever you are.