Well it’s that time of the year again. No, not the time where we make resolutions and move into the next year. Well, that’s true, BUT, there’s a whole lot more to this day that just being the last day of the year. It’s my birthday. I’ve survived another year of life here on this earth … that brings me to a grand total of 19. The funny this is that this day, at least this time, doesn’t mean a whole lot. Last year, when I turned 18 was a big deal – I’m now considered an adult by the government and stuff so I could open a checking account, sign everything for myself, and so forth. But, to get any more privileges, I’ve gotta turn 21, and that’s still two years away. The big privilege there is drinking and I’m not a big fan of alcohol, so that’s not even going to be a big deal. It just sounds all big and mighty because it’s 21.

Anyway…enough rambling about all that. Stan‘s gonna come by in a little while and we’re gonna head out to good ol Portillo’s and get some food.