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As another year approaches, the optimism is hollow. 2026 won’t be the transformative year we yearn for; it will be an extension of 2025’s decline. Resolutions? They’re mere illusions—except mine: accurate date presentation.
So we’ve tallied another lap around the sun without annihilating ourselves. That’s three hundred sixty-six days this time, because it was a leap year. It’s time once again to make our New Year’s Resolutions, as we do. Will you pledge to a Planet Fitness membership; that you’ll ultimately forget about until they bill for their … Read more
For as long as I can remember, New Year’s Eve had been an occasion of joy and optimism. That changed in 2020. Now New Year’s Eve seems to bring a collective sigh of relief the the trials of the previous year have finally come to an end. And, rather than bringing with it a sense … Read more