Christmas

I can't sleep.

Remember when you were little and you couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve, you were so excited? It's like that, except I'm not excited. I just can't sleep. I woke up at 4 Am and here it is, 6:30, and I'm wide awake. I'm not even cold, and I'm in my basement. The window was open, even. Did anyone hear the wind?

For those of you married persons: was your first Christmas hard? Were you homesick for the things your family used to do?

This is only the second time in recent memory I've suffered from insomnia... and I really want to go to the store and get something to eat, or drink, or play with, but being Christmas Eve, everything's closed. Oh, my luck! I don't remember the last time I had a normal Christmas.

Oh, and I've been reading "A Christmas Carol" and it's really rather amusing. It usually takes a few chapters for Charles Dickens to really warm up (he was paid by the word, so before he really gets into his story, he's just interested in a paycheck... hence, "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of enlightenment, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the blah blah blah for a whole paragraph, just trying to fit as many words in as possible). This one, he jumps right in!

Okay, I'm going to try to sleep again. Wish me luck.