“Welcome,” I said to myself, “to the next thousand years.” How did I spend it? Well, I was with some friends for a while doing the whole T.V. thing that too many people do but don’t admit to, but at the last moment, I decided to be by myself. I drove to the engineering parking lot at the University of Utah which overlooks Salt Lake City and stood in the fog alone and toasted memories, myself, and the future. It was good for a cry and good in general, and I’m glad I spent the moment of moments like I did.
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