Except I have no work to do. I need a hobby, after a while I just can't sleep anymore. Maybe I will take a class at the KIA. I have to be told to do something or I will never complete it.
Holidays, holidays... I don't care what all you Scrooges say, I still enjoy them. Are they as fun as when I was seven? No, but neither is playing with Cabbage Patch dolls or watching Power Rangers. But now I get to drink beer, see my family, get cooking supplies (better than an Easy-Bake Oven), see all my friends, LEAVE when I am over it, and snuggle up with a pretty alright dude. And I didn't have to work or go to school. Works for me. Also, from now on my room is to be referred to as 'The Luxury Suite.' Bed, bedding, pillows, furniture, rug, lamps.. nothing is what I owned a year ago. I know how to work this holiday/birthday thing, and that means so snazzy digs.
Alright, I suppose I should be going and pretending to do other things. I think Erica's home, so that probably means drink wine.
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