Thanks to a painful stretch of sleep deprivation and then a stretch of not giving a shit, I hereby declare this Nablopomo a bust. AGAIN. I like traditions.
It had devolved into What I’m Cooking For Dinner and I just — I was boring even myself, and I usually think I am way more interesting than I actually am. So.
Here it is, the blog, and here it is, my perpetual writer’s block. I started a pseudonym twitter account to deal with my audience issues but I can’t even think of anything to write in there. I wonder sometimes how creative I could be if I weren’t wiping counters, noses and butts all day, but then I think back to college, when all I did was sleep and smoke, and I wasn’t very creative then, either, so, guess I’m just born this way. An urge to say something, but nothing to say.
I just felt like I shouldn’t leave y’all hanging (HA HA HA “y’all” when I guess I really mean “my mom”) so. Here it is, a wrap-up post.