Today was the aforementioned Christmas Recovery Day, though i didn't really recover so much as... nothing. I sat on the couch watching TV. I lay on my bed reading comics. I sat on the couch watching TV. I smoked cigarettes. I ate nachos. I lay on my bed reading comics. I sat on the couch watching TV. I also flaked out of going to a party tonight because i didn't feel like driving. Or more, i didn't feel like driving and then getting stuck somewhere not being able to drive home. Being lazy kicks ass. Tomorrow i go on a mission, however. I am going to find me a working phone card so hopefully i can still get a chance to call T on this break. And i guess i should try do some school work, catch up on everything that i haven't been able to do because my textbooks didn't arrive. And probably sleep more and do more nothing aswell.
It was a pretty good Christmas all round, i'm just really bummed i didn't get to call T :-( It means so much to me to hear her voice, whatever the occasion. I hope she had a good time, and everyone else too. Ha! Maybe next year i will try to avoid both puking AND being hungover. And shitty phone cards that don't work. Yeah.