Normally, at the end of each year, I write an entry on this long neglected blog where I assess my personal successes of the year. And despite the whole “rapture plague thing,” I had many successes. However, it feels terrible to toot my horn when there’s so much grief right now and basically, this dumpster fire keeps burning.

It’s that time of year where I do a circle jerk of one and count up all the things I’ve done this year so I feel like a somebody.

2018 like 2017 was a rough freaking year. My eyebrows are inexplicably missing of late (likely from stress). I couldn’t stop looking at pictures of buffets today (Google says that maybe food fixation is about an eating disorder or anxiety). And a bunch of beloved people in my community passed this year. And in the last few months I had an unimaginable number of stressful situations charge at me.