Somewhat inspired by this diatribe about 2008 thus far on a random blog I clicked through to, I realize that I had pegged my hopes on three things to happen this year, in order of estimated probability from highest to lowest:

1. The Lakers would finally win the NBA Championship.
2. Barack Obama will be elected president.
3. I’ll meet Someone™

Seeing as how my first thing has already failed to happen (making this dream of mine eerily prescient, but hopefully not symbolically so), I’m extremely worried about the second thing. I cannot fathom the idea that people would be so idiotic as to allow a computer illiterate guy a seat behind the Shiny Red History Eraser Button. (Just because he’s in his 70s doesn’t mean he’s exempt from being savvy about the present, for God’s sake!) Then again, I didn’t think they’d let W run the country into the ground with a second term, although I have to admit that Kerry is such a tool.

As to the third thing, well, I’m good at meeting women. The trick has always been getting them to actually be interested.

Despite Ben’s exhortations, and my mother’s vain hopes for grandchildren, I have, once and for all, given up. I have come to the sad, awful realization that I’m in absolutely no shape to be with anybody, both physically and mentally. Until I get into shape and learn how to be more healthy (the irony, I know!) and until I get my life otherwise in some semblance of order, there’s just no point even in hoping, much less even trying. I realize that I may never reach such a point, so for all intents and purposes, that, as they say, is that.