Don't you hate when people flake out at the last second? It's like, if you don't want to do something, then tell me so I can adjust my own life. If you do want to do something, then do it! It's not difficult and yet I have done an astoundingly poor job of actually following that advice. But. I'm changing.
For example, I said I was going to give blood, and I did, and now I would feel great, except I just got home (well -- I just got home, an hour ago) from a soul-killing Chicago rehearsal and now I am happy/delirious/frustrated/grateful/impatient/ET CETERA. (P.S. I'm not anemic! Meaning that I am yet another Google-search-induced hypochondriac.)
I told myself that if I write this blog post then I can watch 30 Rock and then go to sleep (yes, I prioritize 30 Rock over sleep). And I'm doing that now! It may be a shitty blog post but at least it's being birthed.
There's this other thing when I said that I was going to blog every Monday and Friday and now I'm doing that and I'm going to keep doing that. I really do apologize. Just... yeah. No words, man.