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Holiday. And blah.
Jen made me the most awesome Jack-Skellington-as-Santa that you have ever seen. Even though I haven't taken pictures yet, trust me, you're jealous. You are. It is awesome. <3 <3 <3
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I just don't have it anymore. Holiday spirit, I mean. Or maybe not this year? I don't know. I am just lonely, very deeply lonely, right down to my very core. It is so hard having my dad's birthday be a week before Christmas. It is so hard having a job that just creates stress and doubt. It is so hard watching my grandparents' health decline so rapidly right before my eyes. It is just so, so hard and all I really crave is intense physical and emotional contact. But what I got instead was a night of picking up Christmas trash, putting away 80 kabillion toys, cleaning litter boxes, and taking out the trash while Jen is in bed with a migraine.
I should be in bed, too, since who knows when Punk will wake up since her sleeping was shot to hell today. But I just can't bring myself to go in there. I just feel too alone.
Whee.
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I just don't have it anymore. Holiday spirit, I mean. Or maybe not this year? I don't know. I am just lonely, very deeply lonely, right down to my very core. It is so hard having my dad's birthday be a week before Christmas. It is so hard having a job that just creates stress and doubt. It is so hard watching my grandparents' health decline so rapidly right before my eyes. It is just so, so hard and all I really crave is intense physical and emotional contact. But what I got instead was a night of picking up Christmas trash, putting away 80 kabillion toys, cleaning litter boxes, and taking out the trash while Jen is in bed with a migraine.
I should be in bed, too, since who knows when Punk will wake up since her sleeping was shot to hell today. But I just can't bring myself to go in there. I just feel too alone.
Whee.