Whatever Expectations I Had For Myself, None

I Was Very Surprised How Many People Were Earnestly Reminiscing About The '80s. It's Such A Stupid Thing To Do, Like, To Be Honestly Invested In Nostalgia. It Never Even Occurred To Me To Do That.

I Think People Hate Me Pretty Much Across The Board, Which Is Nice.

I'm Trying To Teach My Children Not To Cry. That's The Big Thing. No Crying. Because I Think We Can All Agree That Crying Is, For The Most Part, For Sissies. If My Team Loses, I'm Going To Cry. And I'm Going To Want My Kids To See Me Crying. Not Because I Think Sports Are So Important, But Because I Bet So Much Money On The Game That We'll Probably Lose The House If My Team Doesn't Win. That's Something To Cry About.

I Probably Should Be Thinking Of Better Ideas On How To Promote Myself, But I Don't Really Spend A Lot Of Time Doing It. I Really Don't Know How To Promote Effectively.

Whatever I Write I Publish. Because That's Where The Money Is.