- I bought a drumkit, fulfilling my desire to play every instrument in some capacity, but perhaps never truly excelling in any one. Still, I think I will have enough time on my hands to hit objects and squeeze some modicum of desire out of doing so.
- Speaking of time, I have been told that my boss would like to extend my contract until December. Possibly March. This sounds like good news but it actually horrifies me a bit. This means small town living well into winter - when the small town actually shuts down, falls asleep, and approximately 10 other people tend to it's somnambulant desires. I think, given the opportunity, that I would die.
- Future plans revolve around ridiculous travel plans, including life in Texas for the winter. Many $.89 tacos will be consumed.
- My attempts to learn French have stalled with the lack of access codes. I hope to rectify the situation and be back on my way. And then I will be smarter than the average bear.
- I bought a suit. Every man needs at least one.
- The doctor told me I am well. But I am an excellent candidate for heart disease. I don't know if this means to live it up or live it down.
- Growing up has really been squeezing my balls this year.
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I think that 2009 will go down in the books as the year of squeezed balls.
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