The End

Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo.

What do I think? What do I feel?

I don't know, actually. I like posting everyday, but at the same time I'm relieved it's over. Sometimes, remembering that you haven't posted yet and the day is soon over isn't very healthy stresswise. It can lead to heart-attack-like symptoms and can ruin movie-watching or other activities.

However, it gave me something to do and something to look forward to every day... Sometimes I find myself writing posts in my head, and when I actually write them down, they come out completely different than what I had expected. But I anticipated the fact of writing down my feelings for the day and sharing my experiences. So what if no one reads it? Just writing makes me feel like it was a productive use of my time--something tangible, even if it is only a series of 0's and 1's in the cyberverse... Plus, if I posted everyday, then I would be doing my share of the work in NaBloPoMo, and somehow, in my mind, that means that other people will keep posting too, and that's how I can read other blogs such as C. Beth. Blog, Cake Wrecks, Destroying my appartment one recipe at a time, and my favorite, Clever Girl Goes Blog. And every once in a while, I get a surprise post from the not-as-regular posters like Spin Me Around, Apifera Farms, Cheaper By The Half-Dozen, do not read this blog, dooce, and other blogs I randomly stalk. They cheer me up.

November is over, but I'm not done talking. I think that, for the sake of my sanity, although probably not for the Internet's sake (well, it was a lost cause anyway), I'll keep posting. Maybe not every day, maybe twice a day, or even more, or even less, but regularly enough to not bore too many people.

And maybe once I get the stress of mandatorily (self-inflicted, yes, but mandatory nevertheless) having to post every day, I'll start making sense again and even say something profound every once in a while.

This is not the end, my friends. It just keeps going.

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