Through rain, snow, sleet and headache

April 30th, 2008.

I have a headache. And it just won’t go away. It feels like someone is carving away at the front of my brain right above my right eye. Why they chose the right eye, I have no idea, but it is irritating the hell out of me regardless. I figured I would set my alarm to one hour from now and hopefully the headache would be gone after a quick nap, but then I realized I ran the risk of waking up with a worse headache than before. Or lacking willpower and swatting at the alarm clock until it shuts up.

I really don’t want to risk getting out of the IMBC. I am now in the top 4 competitors which is a pretty impressive if I do say so myself. There were people who seemed like expert bloggers in the competition, people who I never would have dreamed in a million years I would have beaten. Before the last couple days of March I had never written a blog, now I have over 30 under my belt. That is a pretty scary thought. If I had written the minimum of 300 words each day, that would be a total of 9000 words written. And we all know I stretched it well beyond 300 on many occasions. I think I’m going to sit down and figure out exactly how many IMBC points I have in the near future, I’m curious to see how far beyond the minimum I have gone. 

I actually discovered I enjoy writing these things. That being said, I would definitely like the freedom of doing it without always checking the clock to ensure that midnight hasn’t snuck up on me. That way I could take my time and perfect a piece of writing before letting the eyes of the world feast on it. I have written some stuff which quite frankly is of no interest to anyone, and I feel as though I’m wasting peoples time with them. Those are the nights I would rather be spending throwing an idea around in my head until it has taken shape and is ready to be written out properly. Once this Iron Man Blogging thing is out of the way, chances are I’ll save posting a blog for those times when I actually have something to say.

I like to take pride in my work. And generally I do. I usually comb one of these blogs over for spelling mistakes, grammar errors or things that can simply be done without. When you see one of my long posts, you know that is when I have something I really want to talk about in detail, rather than talking for the sake of talking. Things I am passionate about, like horror films or music or computers. On those days I generally opt to skip the topic of the day, because I feel as though tacking it on the end of something I have worked on passionately is almost like selling my work short for a couple measly points.

To be honest, I want the IMBC to be over. With only four of us left I see the light at the end of the tunnel. But I know that it could be months until I finally reach that light, depending on how long the competition hangs on. If I saw this written in anyone else’s blog I would start counting down the days until they dropped out. Not me. I have too much pride to just drop it now, which is a curse I will live with for the rest of my life. It could also be a blessing in disguise, but we will wait and see. There is no prize at the end of this, so logically there is no penalty for failing to make a post other than some friendly jabs from OldManLever. But that would mean admitting defeat, which is something I don’t take all that lightly. The competitive nature I talked about when I started the IMBC is starting to show his dastardly face.

This is what happens when my thinker hurts, I start spewing serious conversation at you with no humor or entertainment value. I will be seeing this competition through to the end, I assure you that. Until then I will try to find things I am passionate to write about, but we both know that inspiration doesn’t strike every day. That’s life I guess. Up’s and down’s thrown into a lottery machine and drawn out at random. Speaking of downs, I’m going to go pop some Tylenol and plop my head down on my pillow.