In Which Gentle Readers help Your Humble Blogger get ready for an audition. Y’all did volunteer, dincha?
In Which Your Humble Blogger does it again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may not be ready for this new year of ours, after all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t exactly outraged, just hoping that somebody else out there notices the outrageous aspects of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger constantly tries to accept that whatever happens, can happen to YHB.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t backdate the note, even though it was a 2010 read. I think I can keep track.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t so much regret not being able to keep up—I never could—but still. Only twenty-four hours a day, only two ears a head.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lays down the law. On myself, true. But still. There it is.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes up the year. The solar year, I mean. You know, January to December.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is at the sixth of three, and probably could have happily left off at two, but three different ways.