No big post today- you’ll get something wonderful and awe-inspiring (or half-assed and kind of crumbly, depending on how this headache goes) for my birthday tomorrow.
But I was thinking: I do blog posts in advance and schedule them. It allows me to spread out the writing-related posts and move things around, and leaves time for editing while giving me a deadline. Yes, I usually edit. Who knew, right?
How weird would it be if I died, and just kept posting from beyond the grave? Not really, of course, but it would look like that, wouldn’t it? And it would be extra creepy if it happened today, and then tomorrow’s semi-edited post came up talking about all of the things I’m going to do this year, when I’m all alive and breathing and stuff.
I’ve done it now, haven’t I? I am so dead.
Goodbye, cruel world, I’m going to spend the rest of the day huddled in my bed, waiting for death by irony*.
In conclusion, I’m just going to leave you with a drawing of a toaster and tell you to pay no attention to anything I say when there’s an invisible grizzly gnawing on my skull.
* I am fully aware that no matter how this word is used, someone will say that it’s wrong, but I think dying right before a blog post about the awesome aliveness of one’s future qualifies, even if dying AFTER a post about death does not. So there. I probably won’t be around to read those comments, anyway.