Same Old

I wrote a really sweet post last night about Amanda Christmas and how great it was and how, yes, I was spoiled, but that this is the first time I haven't felt guilty about it. This is the first time I felt like I deserved it. It felt good, but the post got erased.

Now what I have to say is I'm in the middle of this huge creative influx somehow but my output is near zero. Maybe I'll catch up, maybe I won't. I have to, though.