Another one . . . in A small but passable life.

Well hell. I made it to another year. 2017. Why do people say “twenty seventeen” when it is obviously two thousand seventeen?

Recap of 2016-

I read only twenty-two books. I sat in this lawn chair. I flew over a thousand miles to sit in another chair and lay by a swimming pool for three months. I flew the same distance to return to this chair.

I earned $40. I spent less than $100.

I did not cut my hair.

I walked less than I should have.

I slept more than was necessary.

I was not bored.

I was not lonely.

That’s it.

Oh yeah, I’ve finished watching “The Moaning of Life”, “The OA”, and “Fleabag”. All very good shows. I haven’t found anything else to watch.

And what is it with the O.J. shows? That was all that was on TV for two whole fucking years in the nineties. I didn’t even known who the idiot was when they showed the “slow speed chase” re-runs for months on end.

God what a pathetic civilization we have.

Maybe this’ll be the last year to put up with the nonsense before the earth is turned into a radiated cinder ball.

It was a good run while it lasted.