Oh, it’s you again. Has it been a year already? What? No, nothing’s changed, you can read this or this, in which I managed to plagiarize myself in the second one, heh.

It’s probably a stereotype that someone like me would dislike this day, and I do. But it’s just another landmark in time, as bad as xmas, or birthdays (which are worse since I get another little tick over my head counting towards death, or at least baldness).

Oh yeah, I guess that’s relatively new. I’m starting to go bald, my hairline is receding. Not with the rapidity as was seen with my brother, but it’s happening. The rest of my hair is really thick, so eventually I’ll probably look like Doc Brown from Back to the Future. The perfect triumvirate, fat, ugly and bald. It’s baffling that I’m single, it’s that supposed to be the new physical ideal? what? it isn’t? Oh.

Tomorrow I’ll celebrate annual February 15th day.