It’s been a long, long, looong year.
It’s been so long, in fact, that somewhere along the way I lost my love of writing. I lost my free time to cheer on my favorite sports teams with colorful shittalk. I lost my passion for waking up early to download political chatter before heading off to work. I feel like I lost some of my personality, honestly.
(But I didn’t, of course, lose my passion for drinking beer; if anything I just drank MORE of it, to lament the loss of all the above…)
The year is nearing it’s final chapter now, and I’m looking for a scapegoat for all this loss. Continue reading