How can I beat fantastic? The many extra years of life, the feeling of participating in society... let's go do outside stuff together when the rain clears up.
On the fateful night of December 31st, 2009, four friends gathered to drink champagne and make bad jokes. "Will this blog require a weekly commitment?" Miguel asked.
The answer was yes. Debra, the dreaded taskmaster of the group, coerced her tipsy friends into blogging the progress of our New Year's Eve resolutions. Around the table, we looked nervously at each other.
How can I beat fantastic? The many extra years of life, the feeling of participating in society... let's go do outside stuff together when the rain clears up.
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