I said "Meh!"

The New Year snuck up on me again. Like it always has since I moved to Seattle. Dumb old unicultural city.

I should still make an effort this week to go down to the international district and try to procure some delicious gau. I haven't had that in such a long time.

. . .

Who says you have to be a good writer to be paid for it?



No word yet on whether Holmgren also shows them all the beauty they posses inside, but I do hear that their laughter reminds him how he used to be.

Unfortunately, because of my poor poor planning, I will miss the first quarter of the Super Bowl this year. C'est tragique! I finish work (which will be slower than molasses, I have no doubt) at 3 p.m., which is when I believe kickoff is. I'm not 110% or even 100% sure, because I am terrible with time zones, but yeah.

I am the worst. 12th Man. Ever.