Well, this is the ol' christening. Welcome to everyone who takes interest in my life--from the most cursory to the disturbingly obsessed. Yes, you know who you are.
I busted out my finest hair band for my annual birthday brunch. It was great fun and big thanks to my lady friend for making it so special. Thirty-two is creeping. Creeping towards the peak of that hill. What will happen once I'm over it? Maybe I'll have upgraded to scrunchies.
The Bloomington summer has reached the hotness. The University sports complex has shut down because of the heat index. When once folks collapsed because I shot a three in their eye, now it is because of heat stroke. Truly, I'm not sure what's worse. Welp, more to come later. Just thought I'd taker out for a spin. Cheers!
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