[297] I am bored of your apocalyptic obsessions

Well, my valiant efforts not to get sick were all for naught, which definitely did nothing to improve my typical holiday stresses. Friday and Saturday were pretty much total losses, spent just watching TV and napping for long stretches of head cold fugue, but I managed to get my shit together enough yesterday to finish wrapping everything and get an exhausted run and a bath in, just in time for dinner and presents. I got a big soft wearable blanket, slippers, socks, undies, lots of candy, bath stuff, and an issue of PWI. Then me and my mom watched crappy horror movies into the night, and it was a good Christmas, and I'm glad that it's over! Mom feels really bad that we didn't go see my grandmother and take her to church today, but like... we're all fucking sick. We're only just feeling up to going to the movies later tonight (Aquaman, unfortunately), so we can do a well-masked lunch with her tomorrow (and then it's The Iron Claw time, LET'S GET FUCKING DEPRESSED WOOOOO).

Having to go back to work in two days after such a decidedly un-restful set off is going to hurt, but I'll thankfully have the holiday Monday and World's End to break it up and carry me through to 2024.

( Album #297/1001: Björk - Vulnicura )

Alright, time to crack open this giant thing of Toblerones until I'm feeling confident enough to put on some pants. Merry Christmas, y'all!!!