A diary (OMG) of a special (or not) evening

So it seems like it's Christmas Eve. Such a special and different day... Or not.

I can only tell it's Christmas by the lights sparkling on my Christmas tree and the fact that my mother and I are actually sitting for dinner together at the living room table.

Oh, and I went for a run, something I hadn't done in what... 6 years at least. I thought it would give a special touch to the evening, combined with the pizza I had for dinner. My advice to all that are completely lazy and smoke: running is HARD but you get through it once you can find a way to breathe.

And this is Christmas. Now I'll wait for Santa as I eat all his cookies.



P.S. How frustrating can it be to walk around downtown these days? Enough to make me lose my mind and write this sort of diary.