Decembers can bite me.

Well, maybe not all of them. This December has been a roller coaster, and lemme tell ya... I hate roller coasters.

Two dear friends ended up in hospital after trying to off themselves, my husband's uncle ended up in hospital with a pacemaker after being revived twice, my body has been One Major Fucking Bitch, and this Friday is my 35th birthday. Now, I'm not saying all of these are bad things; my friends and uncle-in-law are all alive, turning 35 is something I never thought I'd do, and my body is going to be a bitch forever. I'm counting my blessings that my loved and liked ones are all alive and I fervently wish I could just hold them all until everything is better, but I can't. And that makes me sad.

You know what else makes me sad? Fucking winter. I got a SAD-rated light bulb recently, and as soon as I find a dang light fixture that can handle it, I'll be sitting under it each day. For now, I just sit under the crazy led-bulbs the hub has in every lamp. And I draw. And sleep. Oh, so much sleep, in chunks, following so little sleep for so long. I'll take it when I can get it, though.

One good - nay, great thing that happened this month was a little hashtag on the twitters: #NotAloneAtXmas. It'll be turning into NotAlone365 soon, fyi. I met some new friends who were also alone on the 25th, and felt much less alone for a large portion of the day. The reason I was home alone was, as usual, due to body bullshit but the hub sent me photos of his family party which was nice. Also sad, but hey! what other time of year is greater for self pity? Luckily, the lovely twitter peoples made me realize I was being an asshole for feeling sorry for myself, so I stopped that. I really do wish I could hug everyone, though. The world would be better overall if everyone was able to be hugged, comforted, loved and laughed with whenever necessary.

And with that, I'm off to get my bones ready for the day.

Goofy and Pain

The holiday tree is up, 90% of the ornaments made by my own two hands, it is december and I am in pain. I had a thought, though; what if my pain sounded like Goofy when he flew off of a cliff? That "yaaaaaahooohooohoohoooooey" noise, you dig? If that was the case, I don't think I'd mind quite so much.

It appears that today will be spent on the couch, watching the original Death at a Funeral and trying not to drool too much over Peter Dinklage. I haven't watched any of the Game of Thrones because I don't have book #2 and I'm a nerd who can't watch what I haven't read, if it was written to begin with, so I'm missing out on quantity of Dinklage, but it's okay. One of my besties sent me a video link to him filming his GQ spread, and my complaint was that there were too many scantily clad women in it - and I love me some women. But I guess I love me some Dinklage more.

So, enough with the rambling. I'm either going to nap or movie, and either way it'll be just me and the cat.