Happens

It's the last day of the year, and the commentator for the Bronco game keeps using the same phrase "he squirts through the hole", which I'm finding increasinlgy annoying, just because I hate the word "squirt". I even hate the drink. It's raining here, which sucks, because I wanted to visit the ocean one last time before tomorrow. Oh well.

I guess one might say I'm making resolutions, but I never thought of them that way. They're really more like decisions about what might be coming next for my life. It's a little bit of a secret, even to me. But one thing I have decided is that something is going to happen no matter what. And whatever happens, happens.