In tangled up knots.

It is hard to believe a number of things. I can barely believe I had surgery a week ago. My perception of time since then is a bit skewed. It's either been much longer or much, much shorter. Also, I can barely believe Christmas is only two days away. It certainly doesn't feel like it.

But all of the screaming and fighting downstairs definitely gets me into the seasonal spirit. Some families don't consider it the holidays until certain traditions are upheld. Like hearing Feliz Navidad on the radio without actively looking for it, or seeing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on television. No, nothing quite says it's Christmas like your parents fighting over the same thing they do every single holiday.

But, I mean, you know. Haters gonna hate.

Ashley came over today. The first person I've really seen since this whole thing went over. It was nice. Easily the best thing that's happened in the past week. Also nice just to have something different happen around here. I never really notice it until later, but every day is fantastically boring. Maybe another week and I'll be running around doing my own thing. I kind of want to make a little stop animation movie, but I don't think I have the patience for that.

Comments

Carolynn said…

Haters, indeed, are gonna hate. Best just to ignore them. What is your family's holiday arguing catalyst?

December 23, 2009 at 7:03 PM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

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