I can't believe I've been blogging for twenty-eight days straight. I mean, yes, there have been a couple of shit posts where I only wrote five lines, but still... it counts.
Tonight isn't going to be any better, since I'm tired, yet again. I let Humphrey sleep in my room last night (because sometimes I need puppy cuddles), and he woke me up two times. The first time he jerked me awake because he was barking at some kind of imaginary intruder, the second time I thought he was having a heart attack, and the third time I finally was awoken by my stupid alarm clock that I hate with so much fiery passion, I have to physically restrain myself from smashing it against the wall every day.
So I'm not going to make that much effort with this post this evening. I am, however, going to keep up with blogging every day after BEDS. I've realized that I need to write every day, even if it is truly shit, because I simply need to. No more excuses, and no more letting it slide for three months without a word. I'm going to blog every day, and if I don't blog one day for whatever reason, then I owe the next day 250 words, and the 250 will continue for each day gone by without any word.
I'm going to start writing short stories as well, and post them up here whenever I get the wild hair. I've always got a lot of shit running around in this brain of mine, and I need to do myself a favor and get them out of my head so they're not always running circles with no end in sight. I've already thought of two teeny tiny micro short stories that I want to post, so hopefully I can get those up within the next few days.
Anyway, this was a nothing post to let you know....nothing. I'm going to clean the kitchen and hit the hay. Later days.