Hey.
I'm blogging.
I need to think about this.
Why am I blogging? That is the question.
At the beginning of the year, I resolved myself to updating once a day.
So far, with a few reasonable exceptions here and there, so good. Smiles all round. But...
Really? Content-wise... Is it even worth it? 88 days ago, I was committed to a zombie survival update blog...
It seems recently, I've been straying too far from this fundamental and important topic, and tackling less important areas...
Geez... From apocalypse 101 to same old heart-poury shite about my day-to-day failings as a person in 90 days...
How did it come to this?
To make my point exceptionally clear: I have failed at failing. There I was, cold, alone, terrified of the outside world...
A miserable wreck who decided to write a daily blog that helps similar survivors get through their pitiful lives.
Logging my successes and failures against the horde to provide helpful hints to people like me.
Let's look back. How long did that last? 50 days? 40? 30? Look, I guess what I'm saying is this...
All those days ago, I made a concious choice to focus on the overwhelming horror rather than, say, my love life.
Little did I know, 80 days later, I would be typing away about how pathetic I am, and how sorry I feel for myself...
Obviously, I have forgotten my main purpose. Any old zombie could write a blog about how much they fail.
Now, since I've escaped to my parents for a while, I'll try not to go on about survivor interactions, and more about the undead.
George A Romero would be proud.
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