I hate NaBloPoMo.

I really do.

It is sucking all the enjoyment out of blogging.

As soon as something fun becomes an obligation, I am much less inclined to want to do it.

This is EXACTLY why I never became a gigolo.

That and the lack of a retirement plan.

Every day I post something, feel mild relief, and then it is back to the start the next day. And every day it is even harder to come up with something new.

Thankfully there are only three days left in this Sisyphean blogging nightmare. (Two after this post!)

I know, you are all probably thinking, "It was YOUR idea to do it, dumbass."

Firstly, dude... harsh.

Secondly, it seemed like so much more fun in theory than in actual practice.

Like Sarah Silverman.

On the plus side, today is my mom's birthday.

Say happy birthday to my mom, blog people.

I really should write a post about her. But, she is too much of a character. I don't think I could capture her essence. (The three of you reading that have met her can back me up on this.)

So, yeah, this was your post for the day.

Oh, I am also in music downloading buying mode. Tell me a song that I absolute need to have playing in my rotation right now. New, old, doesn't matter. I could use a little variety.

I listened to Pearl Jam's "Corduroy" 14 times yesterday.

Labels: NaBloPoMo