what a bizarre year.
it’s the last day of 2017 and i finished taking my monthly self-portrait for december minutes ago. football is on the television, games i don’t care about at the moment because all the games that matter to me are on at the 4 o'clock time slot. bagel’s anal glands expressed themselves in the house earlier, so i began my morning cleaning thoroughly. my love by wale is playing from my computer with my year in review blog post up on the only tab open on google chrome. i don’t think tomorrow will feel any different, but i’m hopeful i’ll get hit with the inspiration bug. this is how my new year’s eve 2017 is going so far. i’m content with it, although i’m getting hungry. no matter what happens from year to year, one thing stays constant, and it’s that time always finds ways to escape me. the issue here is whether i do something about this realization or not. time to refocus and revise my resolutions.
happy new years to everybody celebrating tonight, and happy birthday dad. i love you.
-ratha, 2:06pm, 12.31.17