Happy New Year everybody!
I spent all day trying to come up with a celebratory letter of some sort, but nothing came out. It was like a case of writer's block, only instead of staring at the page and getting nothing I was going through the motions of writing and getting nothing.
Writer's dry-heaves... that's what it was.
This year I resolve to have more writer's vomit, and less writer's dry-heaves.
I guess this means that I'll be vomiting on you.
(Statements like that are a sure sign of catastrophic metaphor failure. Time to stop.)