Boy, I tell ya. This happens to me every year. I spend all my time fretting about the holidays, and then they hit, and everything is more or less fine, and I find myself wondering what the hell I was so worried about. Christmas with the fam in Ottowa was a blast. Spent most of our time drinking and eating and watching stupid but awsome movies. I didn't even freak out on the plane for a change. We got to see some of the sights, a trip to the museum for a show on "The Bog People", and even did a day trip to Montreal. Beautiful city. I felt like I'd stepped out of reality (as if I have any idea what that is) and on to a movie set, or at least magically transported to Europe. Neato mosquito. Wish we could've spent more time there though.
I won't bother you with the mundane details of what kind of presents everyone got, but suffice to say we all got a good hawl. Shameless I tell you. Still the only thing that makes me dread Christmas.
New Year's was TRIPPY. Got to catch up with a lot of people I haven't seen in a very long time. Well, long time in dog years anyway, which is approximately equal to the threshhold of my patience in such matters. I can't stand to miss people, you know?
It's like going hungry. You know you can take it for a while, and you don't want to be a whiny git about it, but you also know that until you get fed, it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better.
I was going to put a poem in today, but I forgot my notebook in Edmonton (I'm spending my last few days of school-less freedom in Lloyd with mommy). So you know, you'll have to stay perched on the edge of your seats a while longer. (he he...)
My Montreal friend goes back this weekend. Barely got to see him at all. sigh. * shakes head vigorously and with much speachless frustration * Ah well. Life goes on. and on. and on some more...
I did get to touch base with a lot of old and dear friends this year though, which makes everything feel like maybe it's gonna be alright. * fingers crossed, eyes searching plaintively upward *