Let’s call her “Sarah” since that was her name. Sarah had dark brown hair and smelled like fresh green apples. I could tell because my pillow smelled for a few days after she took a nap on it. This was all before my life went downhill, so let me indulge in this memory for a bit.
One day, she asked me what my hobby was… the most dreaded question a guy can get because what the hell is a hobby and where can I find one (let’s be real; “eating” or being a “foodie” don’t count as hobbies).
It is indeed that time of the year again, when entire populations of countries around the world suddenly forget the correct year.
Public service announcement: 2017 is around the corner. If my calculations are correct, that means the February bar is just two months (or “two whole months” depending how you feel) away.
What you do during the holidays is up to you. You’re an adult, living confidently within the illusion of free will. Just because I did MBE questions (from the excellent Emanuel’s Strategies and Tactics for the MBE Volume 1) on Christmas morning while my dad was yelling doesn’t mean you have to.