Remember last month, when I said that I would try to say something useful about the past month every month? Well, apparently I didn’t properly think it through.
You see, nothing much happened this last month. I went to work—which, for a change, was a bit slow—I saw a couple of concerts, read a few books, you know, the usual. The only exceptions were when I helped strip some loose parts from my parents’ house before it got demolished, and that one thing I can’t tell you too much about since it isn’t quite a done deal yet.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is that even when you’re as awesome as me, you don’t always have new exciting stories to tell.