stunt_muppet

It feels good to be home.

I got home on Saturday afternoon, after driving most of the six hours myself (Dad took over for an hour or so). I've never driven that far before. It's exhausting and I don't know how people do it all the time. I don't know how Mom does it every year when we go on vacation.

So far, I've done little. I've gone Christmas shopping (luv you Whit) and I've lounged around the house in my pajamas till noon...and that's about it. Oh, and I've played video games too. Lego Star Wars, specifically. I haven't done that in a while.

Big Christmas party tomorrow. I'm going to eat way too much food and feel sick afterwards, but it'll be okay because I also get to see all the friends I haven't seen yet. I'm kicking myself for not staying in touch with everyone better while I was in school. I kept whining about how I had no one to talk to; maybe it's because I'm a lazy smush and never bothered to call anybody. I've got a lot of talking to make up for.

And now, on to the author-crisis.
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