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Sunday, December 24, 2006

Merry Merry

Merry Christmas, Everybody! (in 6 minutes).

I'm up at my 'rents lying in my childhood bed getting ready for sleep; I think my iPod and an Ativan ought to get me there. It's always with mixed emotion that I come back here. I love spending the time with the family, but I really do hate this town. I think back to the many nights I would cry in this very bed because of how horrible life was for me.

I would plot ways of getting back at the kids at school who tormented me as I read the Stephen King that I had just bought at the local used-book store. What would it be, on that particular night? Rabid Dog? Pyro-child? Evil Clown? Jilted Jalopy?

Today, I ran into a few random people from childhood. One was always nice to me, another threw my books down the hall after I jokingly alluded to him flashing me in the boys' room; so how did they end up married to each other? I was also greeted by someone else from my class, who I vaguely remember and whose name I do not. Very poetic: "For you have forgotten my kisses and I have forgotten your name."

So now it's 5 past 12 and it truly is Christmas Morn. Merry Merry, everyone. Good night!

"So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear" - Lennon / Ono



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