I have some shocking news.

I signed up for Holidailies. Meaning, I signed an oath in electronic blood to update this website everday until Epiphany. (That's not Eternity, folks, that's January 6.) Everyone's doing it.

HOLY CRAP! That means I actually have to, like, be committed to something! What?!

No, really. I'll just say it out loud, right here on the internets: I've really sucked at updating my website for the past, oh, 8 months or so. And I hate that. Really, I do. It's not hard to write here, it just takes me focusing for about half an hour, and when I get home from work after Focusing with a capital F for eight hours straight, it's very hard to make myself do it again. But, this website is not work, it's... a labor of love. Much like a child, it wanes from lack of attention. And I am tired, you can tell by the dramatic similies.

Enter Holidailies, which I figured would be just the right motivation for me, cause it's challenging... um, updating every day, with Christmas and a trip to Lubbock and a trip to Cali and Christmas and New Years in the mix? AM I CRAZY? No, I am CHALLENGED. Yeah. That's it.

So, this is Entry Numero Uno, with little to no content, I'm afraid. One thing I do have to say: I have approximately 467 emails in my six combined email accounts right now, and only 10 of them are actually good. I haven't responded to any of the good ones for something like a month now (or more), because I have the procrastination disease (also known as being an ARTISTE!). Dad, MJ, Tim, Marta, Will, Emily, Mark, and anyone I am leaving out mistakenly - don't hate me. I love you. And I will write you back, promise squared.

Hey, did I mention that I saw Dolly Parton in concert last week? You heard me right. DOLLY PARTON. 11th row, floor. Comp. WOO!

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