It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for, assuming that my massive ego is accurate and anyone really cares about my prospect list. ‘Tis the season, though. January is for prospect lists and the Oscars, and in this post I can promise you that Matthew McConaughey won’t regale himself for 5 minutes, Jimmy Kimmel won’t announce the wrong winner, and you won’t have to wait, with baited breath, to see whether the artistic director wants to thank his agent and his mother’s previous cat.
This is also probably the only prospect list you will see typed with an IV in the author’s left arm.