I shouldn’t need this shit.

NaBloPoMo, eh? Should be unnecessary for me, but obviously I became a lazy ass somewhere along the way. But check that shit. November 2001: 75 blog entries. I’m sure there’s been a month where I exceeded that, but I’ve lost an awful lot of my archives over the years. Sure, a lot of my old entries weren’t much longer than Twitter posts, but at least they were something.

So I’mma do this shit anyway. It’s pathetic. It’s the pussy version of NaNoWriMo, but I’ll do it.

Word-count of all previous novels ever written by me (combined), BTW: 0.