It turned out I wasn't. I've been writing a bunch in my new medium, black imitation-Moleskine notebook. That means less writing for you Horrible followers. Reading through my scribbles, I can assure you that you're not missing much.
. . . and it's not good. Not good at all.
It's New Year's Eve tonight. You all know what that means!
This vacation is getting a bit long in the tooth. We're ready to get back to our regularly scheduled routine. It feels like more than a month since we picked up our Naginatas or had a full day's worth of work to finish or played video games with Steven (not that I haven't been keeping myself occupied with Modern Warfare 2).
I suspect few of you are interested in knowing how my year went. I don't blame you. Instead I'll provide you statistics for my posting:
What do we learn from these statistics? I spend lots of time doodling, and not enough time writing. But I already knew that.
I ate a fish sandwich at Wendy's the other night. I barely survived. Let that be a lesson to all the would-be fast-food junkies out there.