NaBloPoMo Fail

Well, there goes NaBloPoMo. So close! I was so close.

It was a full night, though, so I've got my excuses.

I got home from work, had a shower to wash off the yoga sweat. The Born Ruffian dropped by just as I was finishing - a man with impeccable timing - to pick me up to go to Jennifer's. We all went coat shopping, and I now have an actual winter coat instead of several layers of non-winter wear. We came back to Jennifer's and ate a delicious dinner (squash! tahini! parsley!) and talked graphic novels and music and lists and dogs. It made me want Shelley and Steve to get a dog sooner rather than later. We laughed, a fuck of a lot. We did the dishes.

After dinner, I invited myself over to the Born Ruffian's house for tea and a state of the union chat. Part way through, I realized that I was out much later than I expected to be. Quite frankly, I was expecting our chat to last about 10 minutes and go something like "Well, sure, you're nice. But." and then I'd chug the dregs of my tea, go home and blog. When I realized that that wasn't going to happen, I honestly thought "Today's blog! Ack! I'm going to miss it! I need to- wait, this is important. More important than blogging?"

That all whipped through my head in about a nanosecond and the answer was really pretty obvious. I figured I probably should have skipped the shower to blog. About 20 minutes later, though, I figured it was a pretty good thing I hadn't.