Not this time.

I told myself that I was going to post for 31 days, and I almost missed day 2.

Yep, that sounds about right.

But hey, I’m no quitter, man. If I’m losing at a game, i don’t just take my ball and go home. It’s not like I’m paranoid to believe that there is some unstoppable, unmoving, ex-girlfriend-level power that is focused on my failure. That’s like, crazy as fuck.

It’s just that sometimes, it makes no sense to finish. Because if I get done, then what am I supposed to do?