January: GJ went down in dramatic flames of flaming drama.
February: Please take care to label your mp3s correctly, and double-check that you haven't mixed up any titles.
March: I'm sorry, what?
April: Check out Erin's journal first for her very, very short and very, very perfect review of the Burton adaptation.
May: This is me *finally* updating about my move more than a week after it happens, go me.
June: Lettuce, tomato,
cucumbers and celery,
carrots and your mom.
July: So the plan *was* to watch La Orfanata, then go to bed.
August: I totally could not play that game at all.
September: I'm alive.
October: I spent the last couple of weeks doing five minutes of freewrite a day, a nonstop uncensored stream of anything that my mind tossed out.
November: I was really unsure of whether he'd get Michigan, so all of my voting friends rock.
December: Oh, what would I give to be wrong about human nature.
That is a lot less coherent than this meme usually turns up for me. Awesome.
Every day I fully intend to make a good long post about how I'm actually doing, and every day I end up doing shit like this instead:

See, if I'd been updating, that image would actually make sense.
Sort of.