Hey 2015… Remember when this happened?

Actually, I’m talking to you, reader person… I hope you had a great year. I hope it was the best god damn year of your life. But that would probably make mine seem really boring. Here’s what happened.

The day I turned 49 on November 11, I decided to post something here every day until I’m 50. In case you don’t understand the painfully obvious category title above, that explains it. It’s been just over a month and a half. It feels like way longer. It’s a lot of work trying to think of interesting crap to say.

I discovered the cronut. Apparently I’m way ahead of the junk food curve because spellcheck doesn’t recognize the word “cronut.” Cronuts rule.

I wrote these two sentences, the context of which I can’t say:

Maybe it’s a younger child thing, but I hate feeling like I’m in trouble with someone I’ve just met. Like at the store when you’re buying vodka and condoms from a checkout woman who looks exactly like your aunt Judith.