January: I don't think I actually posted this year's New Years foods.
February: The cover of AM New York this morning was an enormous headline about the ticker tape parade for the Giants yesterday.
March: Yesterday, while away from the house, the subject of how many cookbooks we owned came up.
April: And by Elvis, I mean my boss.
May: So Bumblebee makes snack packs with a can of flavored tuna and some crackers.
June: Apparently, I am terribly old.
July: Fourth of July was great and all, and I might even post about it again at some point.
August: Dear story, I've got the first 3000 words of you finished.
September: Slight TMI - I've got some dandruff problems.
October: I apparently don't like the left side on my body.
November: I was standing on the subway platform this morning, reading, when I heard a shriek from farther down the platform.
December: I (with some help from my boss) have just bargained a contractor down $8000 over two weeks.
While it's not apparent in all of the first lines, about a third of these entries are primarily about how I've just hurt myself in a new and creative fashion. New Year's resolution: stop injuring myself so damn much.