'Twas the day after Christmas
Dec. 26th, 2004 08:35 pmIt makes me grin that the drunkenhero.com site from which everyone has got that xmas party-piss-up meme is run by someone from Carrickfergus/Larne direction. It reassures me that yes, Northern Irish people are allowed to bollock around on the internet too.
It makes me grouchy as hell that the mouse on our home computer is crap. The Sims is just a nightmare.
It makes me roll my eyes that the boys haven't stopped playing Pro-Evolution Soccer since they came home.
It makes me shout and scream and flail my arms in frustration to play "Cranium". Except for the Word Worm rounds where I am usually very smug >:)
It makes me smile to hug the giant plush Pooh, Eeyore and Stitch that Santa brought. Especially Stitch.
It makes me stuff myself to put Christmas dinner in front of me. Turkey, gammon, roast spuds, boiled spuds, gravy, stuffing, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, jelly, ice cream, fruit salad, pavlova, cocktail sausages, sausage rolls, cheese and bacon rolls, tins and tins of chocolates, Schoeler and various flavours of -ades. *mouth waters*
It makes me sad that Dad had to work yesterday, last night and tonight. At least tonight he won't have to drive all over the country the way he had to last night.
It makes me a little chilly to sleep in a room without carpet or curtains or much furniture, next door to a room with no carpet or curtains and no furniture at all, at least until I get to sleep.
It makes me feel disorientated to have dreams about owning a
daisydayes sculpture and leaving it behind me when I moved out of halls, then spotting it up on a outside ledge at the top of a big warehouse-like building and climbing up the fire escape to rescue it, then to wake up 90%-convinced that I do own such a sculpture.
It makes me grouchy as hell that the mouse on our home computer is crap. The Sims is just a nightmare.
It makes me roll my eyes that the boys haven't stopped playing Pro-Evolution Soccer since they came home.
It makes me shout and scream and flail my arms in frustration to play "Cranium". Except for the Word Worm rounds where I am usually very smug >:)
It makes me smile to hug the giant plush Pooh, Eeyore and Stitch that Santa brought. Especially Stitch.
It makes me stuff myself to put Christmas dinner in front of me. Turkey, gammon, roast spuds, boiled spuds, gravy, stuffing, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, jelly, ice cream, fruit salad, pavlova, cocktail sausages, sausage rolls, cheese and bacon rolls, tins and tins of chocolates, Schoeler and various flavours of -ades. *mouth waters*
It makes me sad that Dad had to work yesterday, last night and tonight. At least tonight he won't have to drive all over the country the way he had to last night.
It makes me a little chilly to sleep in a room without carpet or curtains or much furniture, next door to a room with no carpet or curtains and no furniture at all, at least until I get to sleep.
It makes me feel disorientated to have dreams about owning a
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