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Seven people at Christmas Eve dinner quaffed five bottles of wine...it was loud and fun. Now that the old(er) folks we used to eat with flew south, our family has shown its true colors. And they're the neon pink and yellow. After dinner instead of going to church we threw sticky toys at the glass doors and raced them. Then we watched an absurdist cartoon and passed out. In the morning I was awoken not by reindeer hoofsteps on the roof, but by the most terrifying dream I've had in years. Something is not right with my dreams these days. For the first time opening presents wasn't ALL good, which I comprehend by reminding myself that this was the first eve of our savior's birth I indulged in a glass of wine or three. However Christmas is a good holiday and so is Hannukha, which we went to Marisa's to celebrate. And when I say celebrate I mean eat. Put those two sentences together. No don't. What I mean to say is that I have eaten more good food and drank more wine and ran my mouth off more in the past week than I have in the rest of the year combined, just about. It's starting to give me a headache. Starting to make little things in my body go wrong. I'm complaining in my head all the time about a cut on the roof of my mouth and if I were saying it aloud I'd be just like a fat, rich old man. Softy.
My one legitimate complaint is my inability to put pressure on my right foot for several days now. As it happened I got a viscious wound off of a cardboard box (no...seriously...it's disgusting), and now I'm Tiny Tim for Christmas.
Hm...things I didn't do today: play the Christmas carrols I learned on fiddle, listen to David Sedaris, or contact two of my best friends from school. Or call Wande. Shit.