Tomorrow is my birthday.
One might guess from recent posts that I am grumpy about this; one would be correct.
My entry for today was going to center upon the process by which I have managed to live thirty-one years (or thirty years and 364 days) without accomplishing anything. However, I thought that would be too predictable.
Instead, I will list some things I have achieved.
(Please note that this is not to boast. I detest a braggart. You need not read another word if it does not please you to do so. I do this for myself. And later, my little dog will do this for herself.)
My Successes (in no particular order), by David
Although my rent and expenses are astronomical, I have managed to support myself for years by working freelance in a crappy economy. Further, I made more money this year than last year, and will make more still next year. (This is a modest amount by most standards, but I made it own my own.)
I have maintained a regular gym schedule (three times per week) for almost six months.
When I have a problem, I may obsess over it unduly, but eventually, I do my best to solve it.
Since I began this web log earlier this year, I have published over a hundred pages of single-spaced text. This year, I have also completed over fifty pages of another writing project and have made inroads into planning a third.
I am particularly honest and usually not afraid to say what I think.
I have managed to keep Goblin alive, happy, and healthy for over two-and-a-half years.
Without even trying, I have won two graphic design awards and published a few articles and short stories.
Although I appreciate comfort, I have learned not to fear change or taking on new challenges.
I graduated with honors from one of the best universities in the country.
Despite devastating periods in my youth, I have managed to grow up relatively sane.
I have many wonderful friends and family members who, for some reason, think highly of me.
I have learned to ask for what I want.
For over a year, I have maintained my part of a more-or-less healthy relationship with a wonderful man.
My Successes (in no particular order), by Goblin
I poop poop poop after every meal!
I know how to sit and lay down and shake hands and will sometimes even do these things on command!
I've made my crate into a home!
I'm the only Boston terrier who gets to write in a blog!
I'm internationally renowned!
Daddy says I'm the best little girl ever!
Would you like a bone?
*lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick*