All is quiet, on New Year’s Eve. Sorry to mangle a U2 lyric, but I’m all outta material for the year 2 double “O” 3. I had hoped to reach 100 posts (this is number 97) by year’s end, but I slacked off in December. I promise to make a big deal out of it three posts from now, but right now I’m OK with underachieving.
Other than that, I hope everyone has a happy, safe and reproductive holiday weekend. Enjoy the New Year responsibly unless you have a designated driver. If that’s the case, go ahead and get shit-faced.
So that’s it for me. Jenn is on her way to pick me up from work and whisk us down to Fayetteville. I’m just filling space.
Yep, just biding my time.
Waiting for Jenn to get here.
And 2003 to end.
Well, see ya.