Oh god, it makes my stomach churn.

Planning (hisses) is something that’s apparently essential. I hate it, god I hate it, I hate it.

And I sort of want to do it.

Reader, you must be thinking to yourself “What is wrong with Ammar? Is he a self-hater?”

No, and I’ll thank you for not making assumptions. I like myself very much, thank you.

The reason why I want to plan is because I have an ultra-important project coming up. It’s crawling up to me with its thousand arms, glaring, blood pouring down its fangs.

Dear reader, I must defeat this many-limbed project. Since it is multitudes, terrifying, mighty? I must prepare. I must dissect its gait, analyze the blood of its past victims, and come armed with the weapons needed to strike it down.

Once

And

For

All

To be honest, I’m excited. Doing this right might open up new paths for me. But for things to be done right, I must plan out every approach.

So wish me luck, dear reader. I’m opening up an excel sheet.

Love,
Ammar