I’m wearing Christmas clothes today. They’re very nice. If you’re someone like me, who doesn’t really buy clothing, it’s a particularly strange thing. I don’t feel like myself. I should be in a catalog. A catalog where there are beautiful people with unstained clothing. I think I’d rather be in a hot dog shoppe, but maybe I can keep those stains away for at least a little while.
So, how was Christmas? Well, it involved a lot of driving and even more eating. I drove to New Jersey and ate spare ribs. Then I drove across town and ate in a very nice restaruant. Then I went to a Christmas Eve service. Then my car broke down in a big way. In fact, it’s still in New Jersey.
Lack of personally owned vehicle, however, did not stop the eating or the driving. Oh no. On Christmas day my family drove to my grandmother’s house. You know what they say about food and a grandmother’s house. From there we drove to a friend’s 30th birthday party, where we encountered massive amounts of Greek food piled about a nicely furnished home.
Then it was very late. I tried to sleep in a room with some kittens, one of whom continually had seizures throughout the night. I moved to a couch. The kitten is, as of now, still okay.
Then I drove back to Pittsburgh in my mother’s car and ate leftovers immediately upon my arrival.