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Cards are officially sent! I'm sitting here watching the mailbox to make sure nobody messes with them (There've been some mail thefts in the neighborhood lately. Fucking grinches.), but once the postman comes, they'll be on their way. All of them have drawings, which were a lot of fun to do, and glitter, which works very well on some (Cathy, Sophie) and probably should've been left off others (Kyria, Klara). I didn't want to risk making the ink run by smearing around the glue too much, plus it was white, and I was afraid it might not dry clear, so all of the glitter is kind of lumpy and thick. To be honest, it looks like a five-year-old applied it. But! It was fun, and it sparkles, and it was a labor of love for you guys. Isn't that what the season's about?
I'm surprisingly joyful today, given the fact that I got less than four hours of sleep, was surprised by an unexpected (and frankly, unwarranted) bill, and spent the morning before now at the oncologist's office with Jaime. It's like... somehow, all of the shit makes the real gems in my life shine brighter. I don't think I've felt this into the season since I was in elementary school.
Well, there's salad waiting for me, pizza in the oven, and lots of Monster to watch with Jaime. I think I'm gonna go literally kick back, put my feet up, and relax for a while.
I'm surprisingly joyful today, given the fact that I got less than four hours of sleep, was surprised by an unexpected (and frankly, unwarranted) bill, and spent the morning before now at the oncologist's office with Jaime. It's like... somehow, all of the shit makes the real gems in my life shine brighter. I don't think I've felt this into the season since I was in elementary school.
Well, there's salad waiting for me, pizza in the oven, and lots of Monster to watch with Jaime. I think I'm gonna go literally kick back, put my feet up, and relax for a while.