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It's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting up in my room on a wooden chair with my arse hurting like a fucking bitch just like last year. This year, however, I have just stumbled up from downstairs, extracting myself from my little brother's grip and blathering about Toy Story 2 despite the fact that it was, you know, on right in front of me and I could clearly see what was happening. No matter how many times I told him that he did not listen, though.
In contrast with last year I have a glass of Schloer beside my mouse, an open tub of Vaseline for my poor chapped lips (God does the winter weather ever hate my lips) and just got off the phone to my best friend. Yeah, the phone is already buried under notebooks. I have a collector's edition book set of all five Hitchiker's Guide books to read and I plan to do so tonight, in between wrapping presents, watching television with the folks, and trying for intelligent conversation in an attempt to appear sophisticated even though I'll likely end up sprawled out all over the floor with sellotape stuck to my hair and wrapping paper all over me like I normally get whenever I try and wrap presents. Still, I feel calmer this Christmas and it just feels better than last year. Fingers crossed it'll stay that way tomorrow because God knows I have zero tolerance for bullshit on Christmas day unless it comes after I've had a few glasses and am pleasantly buzzed.
I'm contemplating whether getting my Mum to re-do my hair dye now, at half seven is a smart thing and also if if I do that whether or not I'll have time to do my ginger syrup cake for tomorrow before I dedicate an hour to writing before bed. Gah, I hate timing issues.
And because I feel like it: Merry Christmas, anyone who reads this.
In contrast with last year I have a glass of Schloer beside my mouse, an open tub of Vaseline for my poor chapped lips (God does the winter weather ever hate my lips) and just got off the phone to my best friend. Yeah, the phone is already buried under notebooks. I have a collector's edition book set of all five Hitchiker's Guide books to read and I plan to do so tonight, in between wrapping presents, watching television with the folks, and trying for intelligent conversation in an attempt to appear sophisticated even though I'll likely end up sprawled out all over the floor with sellotape stuck to my hair and wrapping paper all over me like I normally get whenever I try and wrap presents. Still, I feel calmer this Christmas and it just feels better than last year. Fingers crossed it'll stay that way tomorrow because God knows I have zero tolerance for bullshit on Christmas day unless it comes after I've had a few glasses and am pleasantly buzzed.
I'm contemplating whether getting my Mum to re-do my hair dye now, at half seven is a smart thing and also if if I do that whether or not I'll have time to do my ginger syrup cake for tomorrow before I dedicate an hour to writing before bed. Gah, I hate timing issues.
And because I feel like it: Merry Christmas, anyone who reads this.