The title isn't necessarily true, but I've heard enough guards scream that at me in Oblivion that every time is time for me to fall down and bleed out.
I'm tempted to make an "arrow to the knee" joke here.
Hey, readers/followers/people that stumbled upon my writing and decided to give it the time of day, how are you all doing? If you're one of the people that don't watch me, but have favorited my story "Exiled unto Dawn," then I am sorry if this is an inconvenience to find in your notification box, but I want to talk about the fic for a bit and I thought it'd be nice to give you all the option to read on if you want. It's better than putting up a huge box of author's notes.
Hey, everyone, how are you doing? Maybe I shouldn't have asked that at the beginning of the post, since there's no way for me to know how you are doing before I upload this. And upload this I shall, even though it might not make a damn lick of sense!
Several factors are at play in this blog post, and I figured I would get it out of the way while I feel like it.
First and foremost, the biggest and most obvious factor is (insert drumroll): Boredom!
This isn't going to be a giant essay about how much I dislike myself like the last blog post was, but if you want, you can still imagine us all drinking a beer around a fireplace like the last time. If nothing makes sense now, I'd like to blame the giant fucking headache I got brewing in the top of my skull right now.
The title for this blog post is horribly inappropriate, as I have been on this site for a while now. I'm writing this tonight because this has to be said, even though the horrid humidity is trying to sap my strength and leave me into an apathetic, angry husk that is ready to snap at the slightest interruption. Just because I want to beat around the bush and take my time, I'm going to say that, in my mind, I should be saying this to all of you with a beer in hand. Beers all around, drinking in