I feel like the fat guy in Monty Python's "Meaning of Life"... one mint and I'll explode. That's Christmas at its best, I guess... and tomorrow's going to be like that, too. I can't see Christmas cookies anymore! They may be brilliant but there's a reason why we only eat them once a year...
Well, the past week's been busy. My reading went pretty well - 30 listeners, a decent number all things considered. I've been out and partying with friends the next day (which allows me to not feel guilty about not liking to party for another 3 months) and family visits have been quite nice, too... so far, at least. Grandparents tomorrow - I expect us to be entirely shitfaced by the time it gets dark. Huzzah!
Still haven't done any processing
Watching tv and dvds instead, done some reading and jewellery-making. And kitty-cuddling ^^ Neighbour-kitty decided our house is much better so she pretty much lives here by now. She sometimes gets bitch-slapped by Loki but they get along more or less. It's fun to wake up with three cats strategically placed on your bed
Anyway, how was your Christmas? Tell me some crazy family-stories - there are bound to be some!