Productive Failure is how I would describe procrastination. Being a procrastinator, I have carried the word around like a badge of honor. As a future writer, I feel obligated to be weird. Procrastination isn’t weird. I will add that to my growing list of projects.
I wish I had finished..
My thoughts earlier because now I don’t really know what to say. I did not post yesterday. I wanted to write an obituary for NaBloPoMo Day Eight. Poor, poor, poor, NaBloPoMo Day Eight never got a chance to see the light of day.
Dan’s friend came over to hang out over the weekend. I would like to blame my lack of participation on him. I would like even more to man up and stop making excuses. Either way, today was awesome. We ate junk food, talked about things that would offend people, and walked around two different gun stores. I loved watching them drool over boy toys.
Cheers to you, life, random projects, and NaBloPoMo Day Nine, the boy who lived.