In which I count my blessings this holiday season. (I’m a blessings-counter by nature.) (Which seems like a good quality, but it gave me a fucking panic disorder when I was too stupid to know when I was unhappy.) (Just sayin’. Pollyannaism ain’t always good.)

Dangerous, my uncle, sent me a huge Amazon.com gift certificate. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to spend it: get stuff off my Wishlist? Get other stuff? Get a bunch of little things? Get one big thing? It’s so fun. (Last year, my mom gave me a $100 certificate for a knitting store and I nearly went ballistic trying to figure out what to get.)

The house is full of good stuff to injest. Salty snacks, cookies, oatmeal bars. Booze.

My dog is fat and happy.

I rearranged my room yesterday and I like it better. I found some computer stuff I’ve been looking for for months, in the bottom of a box I thought was completely full of files.

Someone’s offered to buy the jeep as soon as I find the title. He only offered me $150, but I might just take it to get rid of the thing. It’s not like I’m gonna part it out or anything, and a scrap yard would probably only give me half that.

I’m slowly making friends here – musicians and co-workers. It’s good.

There are presents under the tree with my name on them. I didn’t do much Christmas shopping because all my money goes to pay medical bills, but I do have a little something under the tree from me for everyone.

My aunt and uncle will be at the house when I get home from work tonight. And I get to leave early, because the phones aren’t ringing. The boss was called by the shift supervisor, and he said he was on his way with some Christmas Cheer for those few of us here and then letting us go home early.

I stayed up ’til three in the morning reading a good book.

Life is good. Peace to you and yours!