
I have this perpetual list of "things to do" that I run through before I drift off each night.
Seeing as how much there is on this list now, it's amazing that I get any sleep at all.
After ghost editing numerous issues of (yet to be created?) zines in my head, my fingers will often flutter with muscle memory. It appears I've unwittingly knitted dozens and dozens of sweaters and mittens that only imaginary friends can wear. All of this in the time between awake and asleep, which seems to get longer and longer during the winter.
all this and no Ambien, too.
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The year ends in a little over two weeks, or 16 days to be exact.
I wish I could embed a year's worth of entertaining highlight clips to watch but I still haven't figured out this 10 month old macbook out, which to no surprise is now old hat. In another two months, they will probably create something even faster or better and I will call those dudes at the Genius Bar to cancel whatever macbook class i've signed up for, to say "bros, why bother?"
Instead, I guess I will have to settle for the agonizing play by play of social fumbles recorded by any number of acquaintances who have itchy trigger fingers when it comes to photo-tagging. Yes, friend of a friend's friend, we all know that is me in the unflattering picture, awkwardly eating a slightly undercooked hot dog so i can avoid some drinking game/alcohol poisoning but does your entire Facebook/MySpace/Twitter network need to relive that godforsaken BBQ from a few months ago? The concept of photo-tagging appears to have been created by that one kid in class who is quite fond of reminding everyone of the time you threw up on your desk that one winter in 3rd grade or the time you split your short pants in gym class doing something you didn't want to in the first place.
Photo-tagging you deserve a punch in the bean bag. Anonymity in '09!