This are getting chaotic. I don't think it's the good way. I think it's in the everyone is too tired to protest the chaos way. Things are getting busy for Christmas, busier than Christmas usually is. I still have some shopping to do, and I will break tradition and serious oath to buy something for Erik, at a *gasps* mall. I think he'll like it though so I guess that makes things ok.

It turns out that we are having guests for Christmas. During Christmas. On Tuesday my Aunt Marilyn is flying out, and I almost expect Grandma to be hospitalized from the stress of it all. I'm excited about having her come, but I don't really know what to think. It is going to make things so very weird. Things change so fast without asking anyone permission.
Linda is coming out from Edmonton and is staying in our house on Christmas Eve. This has never happened before. She's really nice, but I am not myself when I'm around her, and I'm hoping that I won't have to be totally introverted over the holidays.

Mom is freaking out, and I expect she will soon progress to a full on murderous rampage. Meanwhile I am listing to Joni Mitchell and Simon and Garfunkle and completing homework.

I think I need a nap, which is ridiculous, seeing as I got 11 hours of sleep last night and I've only been up for 4 hours. We'll see how things progress.

On the up side I'm happy again. In the tired "oh my god I need to stop doing all of this soon" way. Which is better than nothing.