Here I rest, where disappointment and regret collide...

I've been sick for the last three days because of course my health goes to shit right before Christmas. To everyone I've been ignoring for the last fews days, my apologies. I just can't stay alive for more than three hours at a time and have to clean the house and this Christmas couldn't feel less festive if it tried.

Grandma's depressed about having moved to Florida and wants us to join her. Um, no. I love the woman, but for god's sake...

Hate self for not picking out a gift for Chris. Meant to yesterday but was bedridden yesterday... Must find her Amazon wishlist, that girl deserves something, she's such a life-saver.

Had planned two Christmas fics. Neither have been written. Feel like a slug. Grr.

Have irrational fear that with my punditboys on vacation, I'll wake up on Monday to hear Andy saying world went to hell over the break. Without Keith to save the day, what's stopping it? Must lay off the cold meds obviously.

Lonely.

I've never felt less festive. Goddamnit.

Happy Holidays to everyone else. Enjoy your respective celebrations.

-Luce