Perhaps this thirty days could just be thirty days of explanations as to why I can't get around to writing each day?
Day three hardly counted as a post, but at least I did something.
Day four I had a massive headache which prevented me from doing much of anything besides lying on the floor willing my head to explode.
Day five? Well, day five was just life, followed by some news that made me a little sad, a little excited, a little angry, a little disappointed, and a little guilty. So I mostly cried to Alex, felt like I had been punched in the stomach, and planned flights to visit a friend. Clearly there was simply no time to blog with all that going on during my usual blogging hours.
Now here we are on day six. I have nothing.
So we'll go to the blogger's never fail option:
Cute child photograph...
|My Stella Monkey|
And we'll just hope that day seven has even better material.