Finally, I can run for President. Also, I think I just left a demographic. For a guy that occasionally can't sleep imagining what death won't feel like, birthdays are becoming a little more spine-tingling.
New life question: How many of my friends are going to have kids before my first invasive medical procedure?
34? Good year. Got married to the amazing Pam. Remember one-third of my bachelor party. Emma Marie DelGrosso born. Had plays performed. Got reviewed by the Times. Got stuff published. Happiness and health. Cats still seem to like me, despite my surliness. Read that Franzen book and those books about Lisbeth Salander and a book about probability and stuff like that. Wrote that blog post about what writing a play is like. (People liked that one.) You know, good stuff like that.
But that's all for the 2010 year in review post that I'll inevitably write.
In the meantime...
Here's to me, Matt Freeman, still alive. I would like my goddamn tiara.
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ReplyDeleteOk, ok, ok. The removed post wasn't a birth announcement. It was some snide comment designed to simultaneously make you laugh while increasing your suffering. But, at your age, I wasn't sure you could take the stress. Zing!
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