whiski_sour | He broke Antarctica. That kinda sucks.

Christmas Eve was a success. I got fed (homemade pizza and cookies), I got free stuff, and the only person I had to yell at was Hammie. But that was only because she was throwing a fit and drowning out the end of the world angst of The Day After Tomorrow. Not that I was really paying that much attention to the movie. It's the principle of the thing.

The girls seemed to have a good time. Mimzie will be bringing Hammie down to Aunt Jo's for Christmas with that part of the family. Hobbit won't be going because my mother has issues.

The brother was not at Christmas today because the step dad couldn't get a hold of him. *rolls eyes* I think I strained something with my raging doubt and bullshit coughing.

I came home and poked Dad with a stick until he gave me part of my Christmas present. I don't know why I have to wait until tomorrow. He doesn't even WRAP my shit.

There's been quite a few "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays" banners on my flist today. They're all quite lovely.

My drunken Santa is pleased.