Sometimes life sneaks past in blurs and flurries, and sometimes it drags by in giant oceans of stagnancy. Christmas flew by before I knew it was Christmas this year. Punctuated, as usual, by my brothers presence, and a more cranky gang of parents. The brother spent most of his time talking to "baby, sweetheart" and playing random games. I miss him terribly, but I miss more the pleasant sun on my back, and the warm ocean breeze. I miss Amanda, Roger, even Carla. Is it fare to say I miss living my life. People tend to band together against a common enemy. Yesterday my sister was my best friend for a day because she went job hunting and my parents told her it was worthless. Its sad to need that much validation. My parents even had to tell her to "shut up" because she was whining too much. I don't think she is very adaptable. But when my enemy is this nagging loneliness, even her company is better than none at all. I meant to continue narrating my own life, but don't have enough story to narrate, just passing time, and blurry events, on a distant horizon at my back.