My Year in Review

Go into your archives, and post the first sentence from the first post you made each month:

• January: Maybe it’s my sun in Libra, ascendant in Sagittarius and moon in Cancer.
• February: I should know better than to stop flipping through the channels when I come across one of those inbred talk shows like Jerry Springer or Maury Povich.
• March: I’m just going to get this crap out and then I’ll be done with it.
• April: It has been repeatedly expressed that due to the extraordinary circus/gypsy/vaudevillian life I’ve lived, I should one day write about it.
• May: You’re right.
• June: You’ve got to be freaking kidding me.
• July: Although technically it’s early Monday morning, I’m writing this as if it’s very late Sunday night because, well, to me, it is.
• August: Really, how can anyone be more fortunate than I am?
• September: After a restless and (for me) mostly sleepless night, we got up and met the crew in the hotel’s breakfast room before the day’s work began.
• October: It’s 8:00 on Saturday morning.
• November: After nearly a full week in bed with an especially bad cold, I’m happy to report that I’m on the mend.
• December: It’s World AIDS Day, and I wanted to post a picture of my friend Cteev, who died from complications due to AIDS at the age of 32 in 2001.