So, apparently, in the little amount of time I have been doing BEDA now, it has seeped into the inner-most workings of my brain and laid waste to all that laid claim before.
I fell asleep around 9 p.m. (Stop judging me, I work at 4:45 a.m.) only to wake up in a panic an hour and a half later.
Why, you might ask? Well, you *could* ask, if you cared, or, you know, hadn't already guessed by the TITLE OF THIS POST.
That's right, because I didn't freaking blog today. I woke up, heart thumping wildly in my chest, exasperated, with that feeling that I might have done something harmful or stupid, like leave the stove on or eaten meat purchased out of the back of an El Dorado manned by naked people who only spoke Klingon.
But NOOOOOooooOOOOO! Nothing like that! I just didn't blog.
Rasafracking...
Maureen ninja'd my brain. Shouldn't I be compensated with some sort of tasty, baked goods for this? *sigh*
There. Blogging task completed. Now, I must climb into bed and think sleepy thoughts since I have to be up in 4 hours for work.
Until Tomorrow,
Anthony
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