It's never what we thought. Everything new has an unexpected twist. It is always opposite day in the "dawn's early light."
Dear Diary, as we once used to say,
I am writing you as if I could send this to you an eternity ago.
Just to say, "don't eat the leftovers bro," or "it's not as bad as you think," or "stop dwelling on it, no one is going to remember in the morning."
In the big scheme of things, your time there is going to seem like a ripple skip across the sea of glass.
It was the year 2020 an even number, a nice note to end on. The year God returned to make all things new.