Eruct

And what do you know. Its the last month of the 2007th year since they started counting years. One year's worth full of whining, writing, drinking, reading, jumping, drinking, footballing, drinking, hiding, Hospitaling, all kinds of -ings. And with their help, an entire year of ings have come to pass.

Honestly, it all seems a blur. A mesh of dark weekends, and white-washed-wall weekdays. Couple that with a hazy memory, a lethargic aversion to recollection, and lots and lots of Bottles on the wall, and i've come to this pivotal apogee, this quintessential abridgment, for the assemblage of 365(thereabouts) days past....

*BURP*

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