stay away from the crocodiles

i have been sleeping intermittently, waking up in reverse, with the sun down and the stars up. this is not how i was taught in school. i blame the poker, and the amazing streak of luck i happened to have last night, Christmas night. it was a nice one, and i'm grateful for it.

my new year's resolution for the Year of Our LORD, Two Thousand Six, is to actually talk to God every day in some way, rather than just shoot off some comments as i pass by, or while i'm writing things down anyway, or i just thought i'd kill five minutes, so.

i haven't taken a shower yet. so far i've only had a piece of apple pie and milk. "i am an accomplished young woman," i said, as i cut the pie. then i had to show my mother where the stylus was that went with her electronic sudoku puzzle (it was on the side). and there were some emails i deleted with a flourish. i'm sort of waiting to see how the rest of the evening unfolds first, before i get in said shower, because who wants to go through the trouble of putting all that shit in their hair if they don't have to? not me, no way. not even on boxing day.

a week from today i will be crossing illinois and into iowa. promises to keep, is why. and then two weeks from now, i will be in chicago. by then i should have my grades, huh? i sort of forgot about the grades. this, the third year, i'm able to keep that nagging anxiety down to a low wail rather than a high-pitched shriek.

this was the last Christmas before my life changed. that's what i would say, if i could say it better.

lyndsey, there is nothing wrong with using the word pussy.

pussy pussy pussy. see?