Merry early Christmas my friends. This year, I'm not really in the spirit. I'm not sure why... maybe because this house doesn't feel like home? But even last year when we were in the rental I was more excited than this. Because it's never been all about presents with me, I'm excited about the presents, but the rest of it... I haven't even watched White Christmas. Maybe it's cos I've been working so much. And I work the next like five days after that. Oh well. I think it'll kick in today, maybe, I hope. I'll dress up a little. That'll help. I didn't sleep well last night, and I ended up waking up at four and falling back to sleep around... six-thirty I think. Both my parents are working today, my dad gets off at noon though. I'm going to pick up Wade, and he'll spend the day here with me, and we have to go pick up my brother (the not so good one) and his son. We're not doing a big Christmas dinner... just turkey, gravy, and instant potatoes. Which is fine... it's just weird.
Wade and I are fine... the past couple nights, I've been visiting him for a couple minutes before going home, which I usually don't do... but it's been nice, I think. I'm just dreading when he gets tired of me, or bored with me. I hope he'll let me know so I don't think everything's fine while he wants to shoot himself in the head when I'm around. We shall see.
A Softer World is an amazing photo-comic, and you all should read it. They're free-standing, so you can just randomly go through a few each day and not be lost or anything... and they're all pretty amazing. Joey Comeau is the same guy who wrote The Lockpick Pornography, and It's Too Late to Say I'm Sorry, both of which I would kill to own. But I'll wait til next year, I guess... and least until I have my ticket taken care of. And some money saved. And some new bras cos all mine are broken now, and maybe a pair of pants cos mine are finally holey.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, I'll catch you all later.