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By Evan ~ December 12th, 2007. Filed under: daily life.
Dear Diary (ha ha! I’m not kidding – prepare yourselves for this!),
I don’t have a lot to blog about today. I slept for a ridiculously long time last night, and am quite tired as a result. I think I slept from the moment I finished yesterday’s entry until 10am this morning, except for an hour or two when I watched LOST (though I fell asleep in the middle of the second episode). Today I read a few interesting articles about a client of my father’s while eating my breakfast. Apparently he’s an unofficial ambassador between America and North Korea. The pieces are wildly entertaining. The New Yorker and Vanity Fair articles are both ten pages long, but definitely worth reading. The only thing I remember about my father taking me to eat at Cubby’s when I was younger is that it has a red roof.
Later, Ilya and I went to Pasadena to grab a bite to eat (Chipotle) and some liquor (from BevMo!). Then I came home to discover my guitar amplifier is broken. Ugh. Tonight I’m probably going to have a drink or twenty and black out. I’ll return to worrying about everything that’s terribly wrong in my life tomorrow.
The new year is approaching, and I’m going to make it a good one. Actually, I’m planning on making it a good three years (actually, I’m planning on making it a good a-shade-under-three years, but who’s counting?). That’s because I’m going to start formulating my 1001 Day Project list as soon as I post this. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the project, you should look at the Day Zero website. The goal is to complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days. “Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable, or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of effort on your part).” One example of a list is be located right here. I guess this is all tied in with my “live like a fucking king” plan. So, who is coming with me?
Happy birthday, mom! You’re so old, dude!
