cjmarlowe

So it's December 23, which means it's 21 years since our house burnt down. (Which makes me feel old as the hills let me tell you.) It's sort of weird to think about now, because it just doesn't have any impact on my life anymore, but I always remember the date, and sometimes I look back and wonder just how my life would be different now if it hadn't happened.

Anyway.

I've spent more holidays alone than with my family these last few years so I don't generally think of it as that big a deal. After all, for four years I had to work every Christmas Eve/Day/Boxing Day, so I'd just go visit my family in January or April or whatever and it wasn't a big deal. I actually really liked just having a couple of days off work all to myself to stuff my face and go to the movies and read the vast amounts of fic that arrive when the Yuletide archive opens. But this year a couple of days off aren't special because I've had nothing but for months now, and I'm not going home to see my family because I can't afford to, not because I'm working. And it kind of sucks, actually.

I'm not really all that emo about it, I think I've just been feeling kind of invisible lately and could use some love and affection. And hugs. And my family's always been good for that stuff. :) I did win $10 on a scratch ticket from one of my brothers, though, so at least that's something! It's not a hug, but ten dollars is ten dollars.

If anyone wanted to give some drive-by affection, though, I definitely wouldn't say no. I don't usually (well, ever) do love memes and things like that, but you know. There comes a time when you've gotta swallow your pride and admit that you could really use some.

And you know, if anyone in the GTA wants to go see Sherlock Holmes with me on Friday afternoon, I'd be down with that. :)