2008 sucked. It was stagnant. This year, though, has been defined so far by sudden dramatic events. I entered the New Year ecstatic and drunk in a shower in a stranger's apartment (before getting thrown out into the cold). I threw away an entire novel, a year's worth of work. I received a sudden, unexpected gift of tax-free grant money. I got violently, violently sick. I lost money, in a sense, through my day job. I went to Massachusetts and had one of those bursts of creative productivity that only comes once every year or so. It seems like I will probably soon be losing my day job. (Prepared to starve.) I was a guinea pig for a medical study here in the U.S. and they said I qualified to be flown to France next week to be studied there, and paid $2,800. But today they told me I was disqualified.
Tomorrow's my birthday. Old! (26.) Ugh, I just want to live on a fucking island somewhere. Oh wait, I do. Gotta be up all night tonight, just ordered a pizza, steeling myself for disaster, sitting at the old glass table in my living room, ready to work.
IMPORTANT QUESTION: If you had to get across snow without leaving footprints (maybe for just a short distance like fifteen or twenty feet) how could you do it?