For the sake of logic, this is for christmas eve. Christmas flippin Eve.
End of the year, almost my birthday, christmas eve.
I'll stop freakin out.
My ferret actually just farted in my face. He was having nightmares, I rushed over to wake him up. I cradled him in my arms, he sleepily looked up at me, and farted. Three times. It smelled like rotting eggs. I love him anyways. You look passed some things, you know? You look passed anything, when it matters.
I thought about going to YAP, but I went to bed a bit late, and then woke up with a migraine. I was a grump and the house was quiet and hey, I fell back to sleep. By the time I woke for real it was late. Too late to go. A shame. I can't spend time with those kids. Not now. Don't push me, I'm struggling to take my meds every night.
I got awake and I got right up to the Zelda boss door. Thank bejesus the game worked. I may have had to murder if it didn't. I kid. But I would have been pretty mad. Pretty very mad.
I went to church, and it was whatever. I didn't feel that exuberance I felt as a child. Maybe I wasn't alone, maybe my church is sagging or what have it every other church is also doing. Maybe it's becasue I've grown up. But the magic was gone. Has been for years. I knew it would be. I'm in religion limbo.
I ate crab and it was delicious, but I think it smells like a prostitute with a yeast infection.
We watched UP, at Steve's house.
I'm really tired again and a tad bit grumpy. I want to go to sleep and wake up. I'm so going. Did I forget anything? Steve got his license! Did I tell you that? First try. I knew he'd do amazing. I knew.