I've been so busy running around town like a 29 year old that I haven't really had the time to stop and think about the fact that this blog is coming to a close. I only have 4 more dates. True, I could stretch it out another 2 months or so, but I feel like the project should end when it's supposed to end, and that end is drawing near. But what will become of me after this?
It's going to be a bit odd to no longer have a project, a reason to write. I mean, there are other reasons to write, but I'm a little addicted to this experiment model. After a short hiatus, I have to start a new blog. But what? My trainer suggested gain 30 lbs. and then lose it. Obviously I'm not a big fan of that. I guess things come to mind out of the blue, so I won't force it.
Although we're not completely done, nothing truly amazing came out of this. I didn't fall in love (surprise). Nobody's life was saved. That whole cancer thing still seems to be an issue. Ultimately, I have nothing of real value.
I did get to kiss on some random guys here and there. That's worth something.