Every year. 

The days get shorter, colder. The holidays creep up. Did I mention the cold?

And something triggers in my brain that makes me feel a sense of dread EVERY FUCKING DAY. So forget all the pensive shit I could get into, just like last year, just like every year. The only think I can do is keep busy. 

I’m keeping busy, so….

Check out the show I’m on!
It was super fun to film, and I got to talk nerd. With nerds. So how bad can it be to be me?

Sigh.