2003-12-03 - 1:33 p.m.
dear diary,
ok so my plans to make a gingerbread concentration camp were totally thwarted by an attack of christmas conscience but overall the boring and typical gingerbread house looks like a four year old made it.
everyone that sees it wants to eat it. i guess i understand the hansel and gretel lurking inside of people but the lines of drool coming out of their mouths is not extremely attractive.
plus, it's a work of art. you can't eat art... can you?
it's day three and i've managed to do something christmassy every day so far. i like goals that are easily achievable.
i've been home for three days, have left the house once, and somehow i managed to get sick.
i so don't like them apples.
so internally i'm feeling a little bit grumpus and miserly and sick and maybe even a little depressed. i haven't let myself sit down and figure it all out yet, i'm just sort of wallowing in it.
and i've been wearing the same pair of sponge bob pajamas for three days in a row. because i'm that gross.