*The first sentences of each month of almost a whole year of blogging. They really aren’t as random as I would like.
January:
Happy New Year’s Eve, everybody!
February:
Bertram, the new permanent substitute at I.S. 666: You know, I have the reading virus.
March:
You say “…but also…” in the raspy, halting voice of disclosure, but it sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
April:
Getting out of New York for the weekend was just as refreshing as I thought it would be.
May:
Dogwood flowers shone in the sun, cherry blossoms loomed overhead, and Cade and I were ushered in the gates of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden ahead of the throngs of people not affiliated with a certain investment banking firm.
June:
David Beer, my favorite college professor that I never had, told me, “You don’t know if you really love someone until you go camping together.”
July:
I’ve moved since my last post, gaining square footage, privacy, and quiet, but temporarily losing internet access.
August:
The alarm went off at 3:30 a.m. today. By 4 a.m., my dad was on his way back to Texas.
September:
Tonight’s my last night upstate.
October:
I’ve been trying to post something from Youtube, as it is imperative that you see it before reading my commentary on it.
November:
Today, November 1, Cade and Amanda’s mom are celebrating their birthdays.
December:
I’m ready for this month to be over.
