That's 32 if you're wondering.
Last year i was thinking that 32 is more significant than 30 as it's a new digit in binary.
Now i'm thinking that it's all crap and nothing really matters. I still am just waiting to die, i just do stuff while waiting. But there is nothing i plan for besides death. All the things i regret are parts of the one big regret i have and that's having been born. Well there's one other thing, but that hasn't been mine to choose. And maybe that's not to late anyway.
So i lived another year. Didn't do anything special, but then nobody did, unless somebody invented warp-drive and nobody told me.
So i guess i'll keep waiting until something happens. If it's painful i'll deal with it and if it's fun i'll have fun.
I'll might make you that flowchart i've been thinking about and/or write down the new crappy tv-show idea i had which is not really new, just thought of a way that works for more than one season.
And hey, maybe people surprise me positively this year. I don't think it will happen and i'm rarely wrong on that point but hey, would be nice if for just a day my fear would really be irrational for a change.
Oh and for anyone that gets disturbed by these words:
"It's my party and i cry if i want to."
See you tomorrow.
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