I fell into the pitfall of having a lot to talk about in a blog post but wanting to set aside a large enough chunk of time to write it all out and do a good job of it. Surprise surprise that didn’t happen. Lin-Manuel Miranda said it best when he said you’ll never have enough time. Anyway I’m sitting here now after what was a busy few weeks and I’ve squandered my time laying around. It’s cruelly ironic that I find myself wanting to write the most when I’m unable.
The title of this blog post came from me thinking all day that tomorrow was September 1st but then it became midnight while I was writing this and well there are 31 days in August I guess. I still think it’s weird that it actually takes a few moments to recall how many days there are in each month and that it doesn’t happen automatically. My mind defaults to 30 days, but maybe that’s just me. It probably is just me.
Scripted Journal 