For the first time in 2.5 years I am living at home, and so is all my stuff.  Well, almost all of it – the big furniture is still at school; for a few days my journal was there too.  Eep. How embarassing.  Thankfully Heather returned it to me, so all is well.  Anyway, the point is, the majority of me is at home, in my house, doing nothing but hibernate and eat oranges.  I think I’m catching up on a lifetime of sleep.  I wake up at noon, drink 2-3 caffeinated beverages, and am back to bed by shortly after midnight.  I don’t know how I do it; I amaze myself.

I hate the computer room…or the “study” as we like to call it, or “Kevin’s old bedroom,” which is what it actually is.  It’s going to be overtaken by the bro this afternoon, so I will be on the computer even less than before, which is okay, because it is beyond cold in this room.  The whole house is cold, I have taken to wearing double layers of socks every day, but I feel like I need to wear snow pants to be in this room.  Or gloves, but they make typing difficult.  I know; I’ve tried.

The only thing of interest I’ve done was go to my cousin Riley’s first birthday party.  He’s pretty much the most exciting (and cutest) thing ever to hit my family.  The thing about little kids is they take away the need for actual conversations.  All you have to do is watch him, laugh, smile, and make “oogie-boogie” noises; occasionally you repeat what he’s just done as if no one else in the room saw it (example, “Oh, he fell down.”).  If he’s not at family Christmas, I don’t know what we’ll do.  What will we look at?  Each other?  Nah…


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