So it's been a month. So much for my one post a week idea. I'd like to make excuses, but nobody, not even me, cares about that. Suffice it to say that it's easier not to write than it is to write, and sometimes I like to take the easy way out.
Christmas is almost here, and I'm having a terrible time getting in the spirit of things. I've been sick, which means I haven't wanted to bake, and I've been too lazy to get out my tree and decorations. I haven't written out my Christmas cards, and the only reason I have my shopping done is because I did it all online while I was procrastinating on other work I should have been doing.
I'll be going home soon, and I can't wait. I want to be pampered by my mommy. I want to cuddle up with my beloved pup Willie, who is in all probability celebrating her last Christmas with us. I want to go to church on Christmas eve at the same church we've been going to for years. Even though I don't believe so much anymore, even though going to church is becoming increasingly uncomfortable due to my own political beliefs (liberal, if you care), I like the ritual. Christmas and the Nativity story are one thing I can easily get behind. There's not too much political crap there. Except for those pathetic "war on Christmas" people. I mean really, will the world end if we say "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas?" Church and state, people, church and state.
Anyhoo, I've decided to stay in tonight. I'm still not feeling 100%, and some pizza and tea sounds good to me. I've got DVDs to watch and video games to play, and m&ms to eat. Maybe I'll throw on my John Denver and the Muppets Christmas CD and try to get in the holiday (ha! Take that Bill O'Reilly) mood.