I know that, in many, many ways I'm a very lucky person. For example, I have a family who is understanding, sympathetic and helpful towards what has essentially been my week-long nervous breakdown. And talk about moodswing city. First I was all tightly-wound and full of general anger, then I was sobbing in bed, then I was just laying in bed because I was too tired to even cry anymore, and then I was angry again. That cycle continued until Christmas day, when I skipped everything else and just stuck with being too depressed to do much else but lie around, a feeling that continued into today and which will probably continue into the foreseeable future. Hurrah.
Still, as low as I felt, Christmas with my family was kind of nice. They liked the presents I gave them, I liked the presents they gave me, and we had a delicious ham dinner. After he and mom got back from visiting Uncle Stan in the hospital (his cellulitis is back), dad and I watched Empire Strikes Back, which I liked a lot more than I thought I would. I'm looking forward to seeing Return of the Jedi.
Yuletide-wise, I got a lovely Fang/Vanille story that I absolutely do not deserve. It's called
Setting Out and it deserves some love. Anyway, despite some kind and encouraging words on the matter from a friend, I still kind of feel like a worthless asshole for defaulting. Still, I am enjoying (if somewhat guiltily) reading through the archive. I'll probably post a recs list eventually.
Anyway, hope everyone's enjoying the holiday season.