I'm not going to talk about how my brother is obsessed with preparing for apocalyptic times, either.

I didn't want to start the year negatively, so I deleted the last post, and besides, this morning when I woke up I felt a lot better, as if nothing had ever happened. One good thing did come out of it - I actually started working on a story last night, something I haven't done in years. I was surprised at how easily the words came. Maybe Scott was wrong. Maybe writing poetry isn't easier than writing fiction! Let's see if I can actually finish this story.

I think 2011 is going to be all right. I feel some changes coming.