  This Christmas beat the shat right out of last Christmas. Not that it's prefect or anything, but man, oh man, last Christmas sucked hard. Ghost poop everywhere; recovering from a drug addiction, defintitely not good times. This Christmas we've been fed, there's been virtually no poop compared to last year, and, well, yeah.
I want to go back to our apartment now, though. I'm tired. I wouldn't be any less tired anywhere else, but I'm 'vegas-sick. Kurt and I have got our own space there, such as it is, until we get evicted for real. And there's privacy to be had there. Total 'it's-your-space' privacy. I'm also sort of tired of being at the Family's beck and call.
For the most part, we've had to avoid making plans due to some last minute familal commitment or another. I like them, they're good people. However, flopping on the couch, ignoring the relatives, and taking a big ol' nap isn't in good form. Not so much on the news front. Kurt's got three marks so far: A, and two A-. Not bad, considering he hadn't his books for over half the semester.
And I'm tired. Sleeping pill works, but only up to a point. I'm still waking up a lot; still sleeping fitfully with what seems to be an excessive amount of nightmares. I've got the energy of a post-turkey dinner couch potato all the time. But hey, I'm relaxed. Worse festive fates than being drowned in eggnog: mistletoe poisoning head trauma by fruitcake bored to death by relatives strangled by garland electrocuted by Christmas lights trampled during Boxing week sales Ok, little sidenote here, because I'm cranky, sad, tired, and feeling insecure.
I'm a regular reader of Granger's blog. She's been getting shit on intermittently since her Horrid Camp Days on her 'shout outs'. This pisses me off. Sure, sure, free country and all that hoo haa, but fuck, calling her mean on HER blog, and not signing it, or leaving any sort of recourse for Granger to discuss why this person has a problem to begin with? Two words: chicken shit. Also, I find it hard to believe that Granger is the malicious type. Ok, end of pointless rant. 
