December 27, 2004 :: 10:35 p.m.
post-holiday doldrums (that are in no way related to the holidays)
Ugh. Holiday eating = the suck. I feel all vomity in the back of my throat. It's gross. But it's also over now, pretty much, which is good. The holiday eating, I mean. Not the vomit thing. That's still here.
I attended 4 Christmas celebrations between Friday and Sunday. Two with my family, and two with Adam's. All were chock full of foodstuffs. Most of it was pretty tasty, so I don't feel that bad about it, but if I'd been really committed to not going overboard this season then I could have done without probably all but three things: these delicious potato-broccoli-cheese custard things that my brother mad, molasses cookies (also made by my brother), and a whole hell of a lot of fresh pineapple at my grandma's house. I swear I ate half a pineapple by myself. And I'd do it again in a minute, 'cause me and the pineapple? We go way back.
Anyway, the food. It was yummy. I got the cookie recipe from my brother, who is officially the most awesome person ever for creating the perfect molasses cookies. My brother is awesome. My dad loaded me up with a box of Matango's venetian mints (all white chocolate, 'cause I love me some white chocolate), a tin of chocolate hazelnut cookies, and a bottle of champagne that I will probably never drink because I'm not crazy about the stuff. It's all alcohol-tasting and fizzy. Blerg. But we'll see.
I hereby decree that any foodstuff wrapped in green and/or red foil, stamped or iced with Christmas imagery, or done up or created in any way specifically for Christmas will be thrown from my balcony down onto the trash cans for the fat squirrels and marauding raccoons to enjoy. Because I? Feel about sick as hell.
Anyway. I have lots of books coming in the mail and I'm very, very impatient. I want them now. NOW. Also, in addition to feeling sick I'm feeling rather down. I'm kind of lonely and I really wish Adam was here, but he doesn't really seem to notice or give much of a crap if he does notice. I don't know. I guess I just had certain expectations as to how the few weeks of Christmas break would go, and they're just not really working out. I really need to just starting aiming low - like gutter-level or something - so then when I'm disappointed at least I know that the person had to work their ass off to make me that way.
Gah. I'm going to go read or something. Maybe draw. I don't know. I need a distraction.
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