This Christmas has been good. Grandmother, Ray, and Ray's nephew and his wife came over for dinner. It was nice. Grandmother and I are a lot alike. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, sometimes ( Read more... )

All doesn't feel very calm, though it should. I feel so anxious, though I shouldn't. It's so dark outside... not bright. The only glow is from the computer and TV and the awful lamp in the corner of the room. The clock is ringing, signalling ten o'clock. I'm the only one downstairs... but I'm not waiting silently for Santa. I'm trying to be good. ( Read more... )