I’m trying to figure out the right way to describe exactly how I’m feeling. It’s somewhere between half full or half empty. Does that mean I’m full or completely empty?
Obviously getting older this month accounts for a certain percentage of my pessimism, but I can’t even begin to think about my birthday. My birthday falls on the same down as FC Barcelona’s first match in the knock out stages of the Champions League. I’m so worried about Mario Balotelli being in the line up for AC Milan and tearing up Barcelona’s back line to even think about my birthday. I know Balotelli was on Man City’s CL roster, but they’re out of it….so does that mean he’s qualified to play for Milan in the knock out stages?
Then there’s the whole Valentine’s Day thing… Granted, my current work schedule does not necessarily leave a lot of time to pursue any romantic entanglements. So, I’m not exactly sure how to look at that situation.
If I had tried hard enough, I could’ve found a photo of dog to illustrate my situation. I’m starting to believe that people are growing tired of this bit. So, I’m going to retire it for a little while.
Also, in February, I’m going to start cutting out dairy and diet sodas from my diet. So, basically, I’m not going to be fun anymore. I will live forever, but I won’t be any fun.