Backpeddling

So I suppose it would be a good idea to update the blog this very morning, seeing as people who are visiting from the NaBloPoMo Randomizer are most likely backing away in terror and running for the hills right about now. I promise I'm not usually that bitter. A little, sure, but not quite that bad.

Moving right along.

Hi! If you truly ARE one of those people clicking in from the NaBloPoMo Randomizer, let me greet you with a wave and a whinge. Feel free to de-lurk too; I'm looking for fresh new blogs to stalk. Yes, commenting is a pain in the ass (and bloggers fishing for comments are even BIGGER pains in the asses, hee) but you know. Whatever floats your boat.

I don't even have a word verification prompt. Points to me for that, right?

I'm writing this in between random bursts of heading to the bathroom. Why is it that certain "hormonal" times of the month always coincide with my stomach turning into a churning pit of death? It's bad enough that I need to visit the bathroom for the first reason, but do I really need to have extra things to worry about while I'm there? Suffice it to say, I'm spending this Monday in bed, instead of at the swimming pools in the rain with the kidlets. And feeling extremely guilty about it, too.

Wow. This entry has gone from bad to worse. No wonder the fresh new commenters are moving right along; who wants to read about bitchy weddings followed by upset stomachs?

I'll just blame it on NaBloPoMo.

In fact, I think I'll just keep typing NaBloPoMo again and again, just because I can. I'm immensely proud that I actually remember the spelling combination of the letters now. My life is complete.

Bad weather? Must be something to do with the increased internet and computer usage by bloggers all around the world, causing the hole in the ozone layer to expand in rapid progression. NaBloPoMo.

Stomach cramps? Perhaps it's the stress of posting once a day. Heck, alright, I realise that doesn't exactly work for me; I'm weird and try and post everyday anyway. Could be pressure though, all those invisible randomizer lurkers floating around are making me want to have decent things to say, just so they'll stick around. (deep breath) NaBloPoMo.

My missing car? Maybe my smash repairer is busy blogging every day as well, so he's too busy to call me and tell me when (and if) I'll ever recieve my post-accident car back. Definitely NaBloPoMo.

Contiki tours being full? Oh man, if it really is full I'll be a big wailing mess tomorrow and of course, you'll hear all about it. In the spirit of NaBloPoMo, of course.

So using inspiration from Robbie Williams, let me wear the annoying comment whoring hat one last time;

LET MEEEEEEEEE INTER-STALK YOU.

(Well, I never said that it would make sense or be even slightly amusing, so there.)

6 down; 24 to go.