oh dear god

Have I agreed to do this? Really? Was I drunk? Was my coffee spiked? What could have possibly possessed me to say, “Yes! Let’s do this Nablopomo thing.” Have I lost my mind? Is it like childbirth, where you forget the pain, the contractions, the stitches, the hemorrhoids? Didn’t it feel like a massive hemorrhoid last time I did it? Don’t I have enough on my plate? And besides, didn’t Nablopomo go extinct sometime in 2015?

Damn these two women. Damn their witchy ways.

Well, here goes nothing. A month of daily blogging. Late nights, early mornings. Dragging my tired-ass body to this laptop day, after day, after day. It wasn’t that bad last time, right? It was that bad.

Are we doing this? We’re doing this. Let’s do this!