I promised myself, or rather I "resolved" to start writing everyday. Not that I'm a writer. Really. I'm not. Give it time, you'll see for yourself. I just thought that if I wrote everyday, it would be kind of cathartic. Not as carthartic as say, killing my husband, but then again it wouldn't cut into my busy schedule as much as a jail term. So, at midnight on the last day of 2003 (okay, I went to bed at 10:00, but you know what I mean), I resolved that beginning "tomorrow" I would write something, anything, everyday. So, let's see, it's the 15th, which means I'm pretty much half a month behind schedule...yep, that seems about right for my life.