My clock tells me it is 3:54 AM, on Christmas day. And I will confess that Christmas has the least meaning to me this year than it has in years past. At one time, I would wake up at this time, hoping Santa had left his presents under my Christmas tree. Then at one time I would wake up at this time, to ask my mom if we could open presents yet, even though Santa Clause had put them there days ago, as I watched her place them there. And then the modern Christmas celebrator, the one that is up at this time still waiting to go to sleep, because Christmas has gone stale, and he is not excited, so he masturbated onto a kleenex during the hours childen are restlessly waiting for Santa to drop by, so they pretend to be asleep, while they have an ear open, just incase they can catch him by sound (this was 3 AM approximately). But maybe it's this year alone that has made me feel this way. Often on Christmas, I spend my time with my family, and my family's lovers, and possibly their lovers' ex-lover's children. But not this year. Is Christmas dead to me? I don't believe so, I just believe Christmas Excitement is resting somewhere. Maybe she will awake next year at this time, and maybe years later, after I have a kid of my own, which will hopefully be no less than seven or eight years. But to all the people who have given me kindness for the Holidays, I greatly appreciate it, and to all the people who gave me gifts, I love them, and I thank you. Specifically, since my family or Brittany will not read this anytime soon, I want to thank Erika for my Dali and anatomy books. And to anyone who bothers to read my entries, enjoy yourselves in your winter festivities. UPDATE: Whoa mang. It is loike. almost 5:00 now, and I have to be up by eight-ish. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ARGHUHRAWRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF NOODLES! I'm gonna get hardly any sleep at all! AUGH! I'm gonna go shower now. Bye everyone :ETADPU