afterglow

So my fine friend, I know you are coming today but I know not when.

In other news in the words of my immortal mother "merry fucking christmas" as she so charmingly put it on the very day of Christmas itself. And why? Because I refused to help with the dishes. This was followed by a humbling speech by Grandmother.

Ah, yes, there is much peace (to be sure) in the Davidson household, and people are as rational as ever.

It appears that my attempts to arrange alternate partying locations and patrons for the celebration of the coming New Year have failed, and I shall once more be spending it with my quaint little family. Family, family, everywhere and not a drop to drink.
I spose there are worse things.

I don't exactly miss Cornell, I am just becoming accustomed to a whole new set of troubles. I am too wrapped up in not wanting any more troubles that I find myself largely uneffected by things that once effected me very much. I am having as much fun here as back there and in both places all of the fun seems unsatisfactory somehow. But it is an unsatisfied state that I am content to be in as long as it distracts me for a little while from any real feeling. Bah! I don't know if I am even making sense any more.