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333/365 – That “Oh Shit” Moment

It’s been really exciting knowing that I’ve kept my wedding promise to write one of these posts everyday for a year.  It’s much more exciting as I get to the final month of the blog.  Everyday, I’ve been getting these things written — whether or not the post is really well written, hilarious, stupid, lazy or just some video, I can say I’ve done it.  That’s a milestone.

Take that, Besse Cooper, world’s oldest person. Breathing for 116 years isn’t a milestone. It’s a miracle. Different category.

And then I get to my last month and realize . . . the numbers are off.  I should have about 32 posts left, but according to my numbers, I have about 36.  Somewhere along the line, I messed up the day count.

It’s no problem.  You know, it was probably something recent.  I just need to go back a month and find the missed numbers.  I hope.  God, there are 334 days to go through . . . I’ll be right back . . . . . . .

. . . .

. . . .

Here, step into my elevator. I put on some Muzak while you wait.

. . . .

. . . .

GOD DAMN-IT!  I missed day 29.  Day 29/365.  Do you realize how far back that is?  DAMN!!!!  Now I need to go through every post since November and change the day count.  This is going to be a colossal waste of time . . . no more colossal than playing video games.  Og, now Timmy, don;t start playting your own mom.  YOu screwed up.  Big time.  This really sucks.  It’s not as if I don;t have anything else I have to do.

This blog just became a data entry job.  A data entry job that doesn’t pay.  Like the rest of my life.  I’ll talk to you all tomorrow.  I gotta punch in.

 

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