Do you ever watch zombie movies and wonder just what is making the zombies move toward their target? I mean really, in a lot of cases, the stupid zombies are getting shot at, hacked with knives and swords, burned, smashed, run over by buses, dropped out of airplanes, but they keep moving, driven. That’s how I am about blogging (laughing here). I don’t know why I write sometimes, I feel compelled to do so. There is no real payoff, I’m not trying to win a prize or get discovered or finish a scavenger hunt or anything. I just feel the need to do it sometimes. After a while the knives and pitchforks are just background noise.

This is about something that actually goes past 11. It has been 11,111 days since a foolish boy asked a girl out on a date and she said yes. Over thirty years. (to give an idea of how long ago, Reagan was in charge, the A-Team just started on TV, Thriller was #1 on the radio, and IBM released PC DOS 2.0) Now of course I’m a lot older, still just as foolish, and wondering just where this train is going.

As I’ve said before, in the beginning when everything was exciting and new it seemed important to note each month we were together. It was always a reason to celebrate. In recent years this has changed, now (to her) it is just a painful reminder of how fucked up things have been. Today is just another day, 365 months later.

Happy 18th.