I started writing my commemorative 100th post last night. I was going to be all touchy feely and full of love for all of you readers. I was going to do all sorts of magic here.
Then, I didn't sleep but two hours last night. My horrific illness from the last six weeks has gotten worse again (my lungs are scratching and loud, I can't breathe, and the pain is quite unpleasant). My head is pounding. I can't think straight. I forgot my phone at home. The day has been longer than long. I have no clue how I got to work. Not sure how I had the energy to make it home. And I can't remember where I left my brain.
Needless to say, I can't for the life of me remember my brilliant thoughts commemorating this 100th post. Seriously, what's so important about 100 anyway? How is it any different from 99 or 101? Yes, it's nice and round, but its nothing really. And I honestly don't feel like I've been blogging long enough to commemorate anything.
So, instead, in commemoration of my 100th blog post, I am offering up myself. Leave a question or five in the comments and in a post soon to come, I will answer all of your questions truthfully. If I get no questions than I guess I will have to find a topic of my own. That could be devastating with my missing brain. So please help a girl out!