This blog was started b/c of a challenge at work. Cool. I like challenges.
Now, though, it gets to the end of the day and I really don’t want to write. Defensively I say to myself, “I’m busy living” or “why write when I’m acutally enjoying all the minutes of the day?”
Then sometimes I react in that childish way that is ever-so-hard to shake: Don’t you dare tell me what the fuck to do. Really. Not that anyone is telling me to blog, but the idea that I’m supposed to write everyday seems a bit annoying. A very childish reaction to a little blog challenge. Stupid me.
Ok, enough of that. Today I’m going home and I’ll drink a homemade IPA on my porch with a friend. That’s a good afternoon.