January: So I was wondering to myself recently, "How many movies have featured both Alan Rickman and Hugh Grant?"
March: Packing fruit can lull you into a hypnotic stupor in which you work continuously but your mind contains only one thought.
May: I wrote a poem.
June: Is it weird that I derive satisfaction from the fact that I can place a bag of garbage on the side of the road before going to bed and know that it will be gone in the morning when I leave?
July: I live!
August: I'm a whale watcher.
September: Here's a cool thing about New Zealand (among the thousands of other cool things)- the first of September is the first day of Spring.
October: Tomorrow night I leave New Zealand.
November: When recapping my Halloween (Eve), I forgot to mention that I got to swoop to the rescue of a superhero!
December: One year ago today, I was happy because I was in Wellington, New Zealand, experiencing the world premiere festivities for The Return of the King.
I like that my December sentence is actually about something that happened in 2003. March, I think, is the most indicative of what the month was actually like.