It's 1:20, so I guess it's no longer Christmas, but I'm still awake and still attempting to write a Christmas-related ficlet, so it totally counts, hush.
Last night was sort of dramatastic and uncomfortable, familially speaking, but today was fantastic. I have a new wallet in red leather (I was REALLY INVESTED in getting a new wallet, I still DKY) and a giant book about the V&A Museum and an early 20th century British etiquette book and a necklace with a little Ouija board on it and gift cards and and and. And, because we are a traditional dignified family, we had a fancy dinner of ham and rice and sweet potatoes and . . . ate it while watching Despicable Me.
I was hoping to see a movie with my parents and/or
nai_is_not tomorrow, but the forecast is horrendous :/ So it looks like Boxing Day will be for staying indoors and reading all of
Lackadaisy Cats. I think i can live with this.
Meanwhile, oh my God, people, come talk to me about Doctor Who. About "Christmas Carol" and the next-season preview both.