H is for How Can It Be That Posting About My Favorite Things For Only Eight Days Makes Me Want to Shoot Myself in the Head?
I'm not even a third of the way through the alphabet, and yet here I am, rebelling against my self-imposed oppression. Did anyone force me to sign up for the A to Z Challenge? No. Did I have unfettered freedom to choose my own topic? Yes. Did I plan to post this evening about my deep and abiding love for horses? Yes. Do all of these facts, which render my opposition absolutely pointless, diminish it in any way? Nah. Am I the most self-defeating person in the universe? You betcha! For proof, just check out the title of my blog.
I can't remember what I've planned to post for I, but trust me - it's going to be phenomenal. Meanwhile, however, tomorrow is so very far away, and H isn't going away for another couple of hours, and so tonight it's just going to have to stand for
HELP!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!