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