2023 was as flaccid as I expected. Lots of activity, but nothing was done. If I grew, it was horizontally. Pulling more weight with less power. Putting more interests in the shelf. It was a year of interruptions and distractions. Always with the interrupts. Fucking always. Maybe I’ll find passion again in 2024.
Tag Archives: New Year’s Eve
Go-tay-toes
Thinking back to the New Year’s Eve party. Full-on rager, and there was a potato bar. That was a stroke of genius. Thanks, Thomas and company, for the foresight. Battery packs for the all-nighter. Keep the bellies full, and you got lots of love in the crowd. Life needs more party potatoes.