It's New Year's Eve, it's been blizzarding out there, and it's cold in here. I just love being snowed in. /sarcasm.
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Quatre--I wanted to thank you for the comforter set and the warm outerwear. It was really thoughtful of you, and very useful just now. And you're welcome for your gifts--I'm glad you like them. It's good to see that you're feeling a bit better.
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New years and new hopes. I don't know why I should think that the coming year will be any less difficult than the past. Maybe it's a Robin thing--the optimism. I wonder if it comes standard with the tights. Dick--well, he's optimistic anyways. I'd ask Jason, but we can't seem to be in the same room for any length of time without hurting each other--well, that and he's in another dimension/time/however this place is different than home. Anyway. Here's hoping that the new year will help me let go of my hurts and my ghosts.
Ugh. Introspection makes me brood. I should requisition some books or something for days like this when I'm stuck in my building.