So here we are. At the end of a project. The end of the journal jar. The final prompt. On this, the final day of February, 2012. A leap year. A leap day. It's kinda like I received an extension on this project already. But I said I would complete it this month, and so here goes. Happy leap day, everyone.
Describe or draw a picture of your favorite birthday present.
Uh. Okay. What was it? I don't remember most of my presents... What ever was my favorite?
I am at a total loss here. I have no recollection of presents that I've received. So maybe I can recount some of the favorites that I've given? But no, I'm not coming up with anything there either.
This is ridiculous. I can't come up with anything. The final prompt and I have failed. What does this say about me? What does this say about my blog? Am I a writer or a fake?
Okay-- so maybe I've got it. I think my buddy Mike got me tickets to see Sinead O'Connor in Berkeley around my birthday in 1989 or so. She was fantabulous and I was so stoked and amazed. It was one of the best shows I've seen, and I've seen a lot of shows.
So there. That was a great present.
So. Now what?
weak. what are you gonna do...