It's #NaBloPoMo, people.
I can't not write a post today.
That would be awful.
So here I am.
BlogHer made me write at night.
I already started a day behind everyone else, so I'm on day six while everyone is on day seven and it's already not cool so I really have to write tonight and here I am.
I really don't know what I feel like writing about.
Honestly, I'm kind of tired.
I had blood drawn today and I'm extra exhausted.
The two shouldn't really be connected. They are and they aren't.
I'm just ultra-tired.
Yeah. I guess.
My husband and daughter are watching Tanked.
The in-laws went up to bed (they're visiting).
We went out for dinner and I'm full, but also in the mood to eat leftovers.
You know how that goes?
I won't - I'm drinking water instead.
I'm listening to them watching one of the guys on Tanked as he follows his daughter around on a date at a museum. It's funny. Parenting can be entertaining.
I don't usually write at night. As much as I'm a night owl it's rare that I get a post going and live past the evening hours. I'm usually reading or putzing around online. Or watching television.
But writing? Nah. I don't know why, exactly. I just don't normally find myself doing it.
Especially when I'm tired. See how I seem to be saying the same thing over and over?
Yeah. That's probably why.
So. I don't usually write at night.
But it's NaBloPoMo, y'all. And me? I'm workin' at makin' it happen.
So - before bed - here I am.
Rehydrating with water (I had an alcoholic Arnold Palmer with dinner. And it was good). Avoiding leftover pizza (the goooood kind). Gnashing my teeth a little bit (more on that another time). And editing a photo for this post.
And now I'll head to bed. Because my old man dog is crying at the top of the stairs since he knows I'm down here.