A Little Cup of Cyanide

It's Blogathon day. Yup. That's right. I pretty much missed the whole damn thing. Which sucks. What sucks worse is that it's all my fault. I went to Dairy Queen last night and got a chocolate extreme blizzard. For some reason nothing gets me all hyped up, except the chocolate extreme blizzard. I knew this. Yet I ate it anyway. Then I couldn't get to sleep until nearly four in the morning. I tried for a little while, then I gave up and read for a while. When I started feeling tired I laid down, and still didn't fall asleep, so I played some music. With headphones, stupid me. So, I never heard my alarm going off in the morning. I woke up at ten, music still blasting in my ears.

I was thinking about just finishing up the rest of the day, even if I'm not technically participating anymore, and it's no longer for charity. I was sort of counting on this to keep me writing. I've had this huge wrtiters block lately. I figured that if I had a bunch of really short deadlines, writing for fiteen minutes straight every thirty minutes, I figured it would get me out of the slump. So I'll be posting my story for the rest of the day. Or at least until I get tired, since this is just for me.