So I am a glutton for punishment and totally crazy and like to push myself to the limit a la Lance Armstrong or whatever, but here I am, agreeing to do NaBloPoMo again.
Why do I do this? Why do I agree to do things that I don't have time for? Why am I so stupid? Why do you read this crap??
So the rules are the same as last year. Thirty posts in thirty days and no complaints from the peanut gallery. Oh sit back and be prepared for the awesomeness that awaits. It's gonna be off the chain. Yeah I have no idea what that means either. Just go with it, okay?
Good Lord... Why do I do this to myself???