I love how January (and sometimes into February) is this period of time where I keep having to check that I put the right year down. And it's not always, "Oh, I wrote 2023, when I know it's actually 2024." Sometimes, I find myself writing "2012" or something, as if my brain wants to relive being in 11th Grade for some masochistic reason.

I wrote a date for next year in text form today. It was like a date in february. 2/8/20 or something. Felt soooo weird not to put 20-something. It's just 20. 2020. That is so weird. What the fuck.