Art of the Odd

But blogging about it anyway. I think my front left tire needs to be replaced. My nail polish is peeling, but I haven’t taken it off yet because I hate the smell of nail polish remover. My father’s spending the night tonight; we’ll take him to OC for a conference tomorrow, then go to a friend’s wedding in Riverside in the afternoon. And yeah, I’m still blogging naked.

That by the end of NaBloPoMo, I’ll be incapable of blogging with clothes on.

NovySan doesn’t seem to think this is a problem.

In fact, I think he’d like to encourage it.

“Woo-hoo!” he says. “Blog naked!”

That’s probably more than you needed to know.