I've tried now, several times, to write something about 1993. I guess I'm either just not ready, or just have no interest in sharing the details, because the most I've done is gotten something half done and then decided it makes me feel sick inside.  So let me just say this: drive safely, learn to knit, go fishing, and drink your beer out of a glass.

On another note (but really, eerily related), it seems recently, every time I allude to someone on here, they email me, or message me in some way, within a week or two of my posting the enry. So, just in case there is something to this, I'd like to say the following: Dr. Drew. Adam Duritz. Chris Daughtry. One million dollars. Johnny Depp. Sephora gift card. Pit beef sandwich. David Bryson. Word Series tickets.