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12/23/2004 06:23:16 AM
My baby boy slept with me last night. He is such a warm solid loaf in the bed, it's like stability and warmth in cat form.

My pasta didn't reheat so well, but no matter, there was so much food no one would have had much of it anyways, even if it had been fabulous. Everyone had a bit, which was nice, nobody wants to be the bringer of the thing that doesn't get touched at a potluck. It's always kind of sad to see that, because invariably they are all fucking excited by their bizarre looking concoction, and the fact that noone is enjoying any is pitiful.

This is my second Christmas where I am not working retail. I can actually breathe and not go bonkers and not feel stressed or worn out or tired of all the hullabaloo. I still think people have lost their minds and are behaving like lunatics, but at least their behaviour is not directed at me for 8 hours a day.