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The evergreen in our frount hall is a little sparcer than normal, but pretty and pleasently shaped. Also, since it isn't as rotound as some trees we've had in the past, it is possible for me to crawl under it's branches and sit in the corner by the staircase. This is very nice as It is difficult to feel motivated to go sit under a tree in the middle of white december. Anyway, I've begune to habitually stay up until two or so, writing and pricking myself with pine needles. No one ever even notices me except the cats; it's so tranquil. I love it. It reminds of my childhood days when I crawled into the shelf in my closet or some other such place.
I really need to go to Prarie Lights today or preferably sooner. Unfortunately, if i go to Prarie Lights, Paul will accost me by being friendly and enthusastic and loud. Seriously, talking to him terrifys me. But if I go in and just conviently stay away from his desk, he will very likely notice I am avoiding him and that would be bad. Arg, Luan's uncle, how dare you work at Prarie Lights. What to do, what to do, what to do....
I really need to go to Prarie Lights today or preferably sooner. Unfortunately, if i go to Prarie Lights, Paul will accost me by being friendly and enthusastic and loud. Seriously, talking to him terrifys me. But if I go in and just conviently stay away from his desk, he will very likely notice I am avoiding him and that would be bad. Arg, Luan's uncle, how dare you work at Prarie Lights. What to do, what to do, what to do....