it's like an addiction, or something.

I must stop writing yuletide stories. I'm not sure that memes are the way to do this, but whatever. I'm at my parents' house, eating, sleeping, being waited on hand and foot. Ah, the joys.

Nabbed from penknife:

( Ships... )

Given that I can barely keep my eyes open, bedtime, methinks.

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I'm at my parents' house for Christmas.

I had a lot more to say, but somehow all I can think about is going to have another nap. Yup, I have entered the hibernation stage.

On the plus side, I gave myself a pedicure and now possess the most perfect feet in the history of ever. So, clearly, I am win.