I have just spent the better part of the evening replying to a Plinky.com prompt and setting the whole thing up to post automatically to this site, only to have it NOT WORK.
I did not wake up at my best today. It rained all night. And I was awakened in the middle of it by thunder. In October? Thunder? Srsly?
And then when I finally DID manage to drag my sorry ass out of bed, I was in no mood.
I did not want to do yoga. And the gym? Ew.
I could not even conceive of how I was going to grind out my 750 words. (But I did.)
Coffee helped, of course. And as I was washing up, I knew, even through the dense green fog that was my brain, that this was THE MOMENT. Yep.
This was the kind of day that I either had to “Warrior-Up,” or spend the day in my jammies.
So I got my yoga pants on, went into my room and snorted out about 16 million rounds of kapalabhati. Yes I did. Then proceeded to do postures and capped the whole thing off with 20 minutes of meditation
And after that I was fine. I had slain the Murk. Vanquished its ass. Go me. And that was my day.
(So take that, Plinky. Plinky is a stupid name anyway.)
2 thoughts on “When Plinky Eats My Post”
What a coincidence; right before I read this post, I was commenting on fellow blogger Thais’ post about a technological meltdown of mass proportions: http://letitgo8.blogspot.com/2011/10/slight-meltdown.html.
Also, I totally LOL’d at your last line. It IS a stupid name. So there!
You crushed the f—kin resistence! Go Kath