14 weeks. Good god.

Dec 27, 2008 00:27

So. STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESSRAMBLINGGO!

So came and went the Christmas of '08, which was in many ways the best and worst Christmas ever. All good Dickensian aside, the rain and cold thrilled me beyond belief. Aside from finding my long-lost MP3 player in a very Gift-of-the-Magi way, I managed to scrape some gifts for Sabriel together.

I got none, Pike got none, and our families got none. Well, we made them all cookies.

Everyone's had a hard Christmas. But what really kills me is that I've been depressed enough that I let my natural ingenuity languish and I failed to pull out a Christmas Miracle, like I do most years. And it really bothers me, not that I failed to 'save christmas', but that I let myself go. I was on top of my game, razor-sharp and proud of it. Now? Indolent, lazy, spoiled. Not okay, we must be to fix it.

The to and from Vegas helped a lot, and I know the trip to Payson likely will as well. But I feel trapped here, more by financial constraints than anything else.

I love Pike, and we are happy. Things are mostly peaceful with Chris living here.

All the conflict comes from...

Just me, I guess.

triptych, no control, i am i

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