Scared Bunny

Fuck my head hurts. I have a massive headache, which is an improvement from the migraine I had when I woke up. By wake up I mean rolled over and went back to sleep. Yeah, I spent most of the day in bed. I am kind of looking forward to heading back to bed, but can’t yet because there happens to be a one day only sale on a specific toy my son wants, so I have to be awake at midnight to place the order so we can pick it up at the store tomorrow. This was something I was totally trying to avoid because I really don’t like crowds, lines and general insanity.

Of course, having neither gone out nor talked to anyone besides my son and parents, this has not been the most intellectually or emotionally stimulating day. So I am going to ramble again.

Did you know that the movie Lords of Dogtown does not qualify as a Christmas movie? I was informed of that fact as we watched it tonight. Personally I think everyone should accept that a movie with the word Lord in the title is really about as close as religious as I am going to get. In fact, there are only 2 Christmas movies I do like. I like A Christmas Story and I like the original Miracle on 34th Street. Yes, I know that latter one seems off for me. I like it anyway.

One of the local stations will show nothing but film of a burning fire in a fireplace for 3 hours on Christmas morning. Having seen a clip of the fire during a commercial, I won’t be watching. My TV is about 52 inches, and it looked like the whole fucking room was on fire. To me there is nothing even a little cheerful about simulating a housefire. Well, at least if it’s my house. Now if it were…

Actually, I won’t be seeing it anyway. The fire is from 5-8am, and I have no intention of being up by 8am. Only one person can get me up by 8, and he won’t be here. Of course I am worried mom will be up early working on dinner, which would totally blow. Not the working on dinner part, the part where it wakes me up.

I don’t know what is in egg nog, but it scares me.

I can’t seem to get hooked up with that ex. Basically the few times neither of us was working, one of us had the kids, and I’m not going to involve the kids or miss time with my son. This is making for another very long dry spell. I hate dry spells.

I also hate cheese.

Shit, my head is throbbing. I have got to crash. Wish I could write more, but I can’t.