The NaBLOPoMo prizes have been awarded and SURPRISE! I didn’t win shit. Apparently the hundreds of others that posted everyday last month and found out that none of the prizes that secretly motivated them to. just. post. for. a. few. more. days. felt the same sentiment, necessitating the creation of yet another prize:
Somehow I think I would have looked better in that tshirt — but, here’s to next year!
Thank Fuc^i@g god! Thirty days. I am absolutely spent.
And for my finale NaBloPoMo post I present:
THE FINGER: Another Casualty of Daily Blogging.
Okay, okay. That finger was not really injured blogging, but were I to continue for another day this very well could have been my finger.
That finger above, however, is not even mine. Well, legally it is. But physically, no.
But you see, injuries potentially caused as a result of blogging and actual injuries caused as a result of cleaning out gutters, are logically very similar (see Problem 1).
Problem 1
A: If you blog for more than 30 days, you might just slice open the tip of your finger.
B: If you clean out gutters without wearing gloves (especially those offered repeatedly for you to wear — even if they are purple and printed with little flowers), you might just slice open the tip of your finger.
Therefore: A = B
It’s true, huh!?
Not quite the NaBloPoMo BANG! I envisioned thirty days ago, but thirty days ago I was a young blogging spry, full of creativity and ideas. And now, thirty days later, I feel haggard and down right desperate for something, anything, interesting to happen?!@ FOR THE LOVE OF GOD — I MUST TO POST!
What the hell am I going to do tomorrow?
Right now, I am going to go and be with the owner of that hurt finger now.
This morning, I woke up to my alarm at 5:30am. After hitting the snooze for an hour, I dragged myself out of bed, put on my sports bra, running shoes and shorts and walked towards the treadmill in the back room. On the way, I was distracted by the warm glow spilling out of the computer room and sat down for just a minute in front of the computer. An hour later, I had wasted the entire hour allocated for working out watching Corey Haim videos. Now I just feel fat and improperly dressed. Ha! just like Corey Haim.
