On my birthday last year, Sunil began writing his autobiography. After reading a couple of chapters, I had the urge to do my own. I've been putting off doing the whole autobiography thing for a while now, for many reasons. First and foremost, I'm lazy. Secondly, and also a big factor in all of this, I have a terrible memory. I can hardly remember what I ate for breakfast today. (For future reference, I didn't have breakfast at all today.) But here I am right now, July 24, Sunil's birthday, writing the introduction. Perhaps I'll finish this autobiography, perhaps I won't get any farther than what you're reading right now. Let's see how far I can go with my generally uninteresting life.