Don McLean was right when he sang, "Fire is the devil's only friend."

The line, “Your lyrics -- now, don't take this the wrong way, Theo -- are lame,” still gets me after all these years.

Last weekend at my grandmother’s, they all were talking about neighborhoods in Nashville, and my grandmother mistakenly referred to the Gulch as “the Gooch.” She said it more than once. It’s been almost a week and I still laugh out loud when I think about it. 

I'm grateful to be a year older 🙏 I'm grateful to have grown to a point where I say things like that unironically.

I've only got a few hours left of being eligible for the 27 Club. I don't think it's gonna happen, though.

My cat is so cute. He becomes even cuter and more beautiful to me all the time.

I’m calling off Teva Tuesday. I’ve already forgotten about it twice since declaring it a thing. I wore my black EVA Birkenstocks yesterday. Sorry to disappoint anyone who’s also adopted it. (Just joshin’ about implying I have any influence over people’s fashion choices.)

I’m trying to take more time off work so I don’t burn out so frequently. I have my eye exam tomorrow, so I’m just taking off the whole day. Monday through Wednesday next week, I’ll probably work from home while attending a virtual conference, so I’ll still be working but only sorta. Then, I’m taking Thursday, Friday, and the following Monday off for my birthday. I haven’t anticipated this much relaxation in a while.

Paul McCartney has a concert here tonight. I’m excited to be in the same city as the man Jack Black played in Walk Hard.