Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

Tomorrow is the first day of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, say it, it's fun!), and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo, also very pleasing when enunciated). (I'm not actually sure NaBloPoMo is still a thing because potentially blogging isn't still a thing, but we gotta leave that for now because I'm writing a blog post every day for the next month either way and I need SOMETHING to talk about.) I'm doing both. I need to get the fuck off Instagram, if nothing else.

Brace yourself (she says to herself, when facing the prospect of an average of 2000+ words a day for the next 30 days).

that one time I was psychic

If Dean Winchester Were Your Boyfriend