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Ugh. I have a whole lot of things to get off my chest. The first, primarily, because I know me, and it won't be there once I shed it, but of course I CAN'T because I don't want it there in the first place. It's hard to admit to something when you know you won't feel that way once you tell someone, and would be terribly ashamed to do so. Cryptic, anyone?
The second is also silly, but a little less private, I guess. Patrick is dating someone new, which, I will admit it, bothers me. Not a whole lot, but it does make me want to slap him upside the head even more than I did before... which wasn't much, because I didn't think about him that often.
The third is that I'm worried about Christmas. There's no possible way for it not to be totally different, and even though I'm still safely in Halifax, I feel it already.
I think the second and third contribute to the first one... I'm just lonely in general.
Anyhoo, waiting for the ladies so we can start Christmas dinner. I'm just sitting here, in an apron, with silent children's Christmas specials in the background. Casserole and Nasi keeping warm on the stove... Rum cake in the oven... (ruined) eggnog in the fridge... brandy in the cupboard... champagne in the fridge... wine in the glass:)
The second is also silly, but a little less private, I guess. Patrick is dating someone new, which, I will admit it, bothers me. Not a whole lot, but it does make me want to slap him upside the head even more than I did before... which wasn't much, because I didn't think about him that often.
The third is that I'm worried about Christmas. There's no possible way for it not to be totally different, and even though I'm still safely in Halifax, I feel it already.
I think the second and third contribute to the first one... I'm just lonely in general.
Anyhoo, waiting for the ladies so we can start Christmas dinner. I'm just sitting here, in an apron, with silent children's Christmas specials in the background. Casserole and Nasi keeping warm on the stove... Rum cake in the oven... (ruined) eggnog in the fridge... brandy in the cupboard... champagne in the fridge... wine in the glass:)