Nighttime writing. I don't usually do it.

It's #NaBloPoMo, people.

I can't not write a post today.

That would be awful.

So here I am.

BlogHer made me write at night.

I already started a day behind everyone else, so I'm on day six while everyone is on day seven and it's already not cool so I really have to write tonight and here I am.

I really don't know what I feel like writing about.

Honestly, I'm kind of tired.

I had blood drawn today and I'm extra exhausted.

The two shouldn't really be connected. They are and they aren't.

I'm just ultra-tired.

Ultra?

Yeah. I guess.

My husband and daughter are watching Tanked.

The in-laws went up to bed (they're visiting).

We went out for dinner and I'm full, but also in the mood to eat leftovers.

You know how that goes?

I won't - I'm drinking water instead.

I'm listening to them watching one of the guys on Tanked as he follows his daughter around on a date at a museum. It's funny. Parenting can be entertaining.

I don't usually write at night. As much as I'm a night owl it's rare that I get a post going and live past the evening hours. I'm usually reading or putzing around online. Or watching television.

But writing? Nah. I don't know why, exactly. I just don't normally find myself doing it.

Especially when I'm tired. See how I seem to be saying the same thing over and over?

Yeah. That's probably why.

So. I don't usually write at night.

But it's NaBloPoMo, y'all. And me? I'm workin' at makin' it happen.

So - before bed - here I am.

Rehydrating with water (I had an alcoholic Arnold Palmer with dinner. And it was good). Avoiding leftover pizza (the goooood kind). Gnashing my teeth a little bit (more on that another time). And editing a photo for this post.

Just 'cause.

And now I'll head to bed. Because my old man dog is crying at the top of the stairs since he knows I'm down here.

Sigh.

Night, y'all.

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