- 1:14 PM - July
- Going from 50 to
49 was almost comical. It was a comically long time.
But now? I guess I should
- I dreamt my death
date as July 13th, 2057 as a kid and it never left me.
<shrugs> I don't know how to explain it or
what to make of it, but I did. I will not be
committing suicide on that date if I'm still alive
however, I'll just call The Journey "overtime".
- So what seems like
"a few years ago" but is, in fact, a dozen - I wrote
"Down to 49." I was dealing with what would be a third
divorce (though they were all annulments) and trying
to tell myself that in 50 years I won't remember how
awful and tragic it all was... I'll remember that
I was romantic and believed with my heart
WELL PAST MY BRAIN. And that will
actually be comforting in the future. I'll like that
dude who tried so hard.
- 12 years late I
can absolutely say I was right! That's my spirit.
I was honest and self-aware of how crazy it was but I
tried. I tried and failed, but I tried. More
than most. It's a good song...
- It plays a little
different when the number is 37. Saying 50 years left
when you're 31 sounds great! So much!
- Saying 37 years
left when you're 44... oh. Uhm. I know what 37 years
feels like. Granted. my memory of 1982 is a bit
hazy... but I remember it. I remember watching
ET. It wasn't THAAAAAAAAT long ago.
- Fuck. That means
I only have 3 new decades left? 30s, 40s and 50s?
Wait, what? How the shit?
- Yeah. So... that
sucks. Uhm. LOL. I mean, I did a half-time entry
four years ago:
- Yeah, I was
skinny. So I was happy. I think that
describes this entry. I have to get my shit together.
I am 65 pounds overweight. What the fuck. Fuck