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Hmmm... I wonder if I think too much. Or if I think about all the wrong things. Or if I should think more.

Blah blah blah.

Am not going to whine about insomnia, since this time it's obviously self inflicted. Drank way too much coffee tonight, after sleeping half the day. Mea culpa and all that.

All around me, people are fussing about xmas. I feel detached about the whole thing. Even as a pagan, I kind of think I might celebrate the yuletide with my family if I had a family that wanted to celebrate (and ma just wants to sit on the sofa and eat carrot casserole). But it would be a small thing. Some good food. Time spent together.

I hate all the shopping and cleaning and fussing. If you want to do it, fine. But to go through all the stuff because it's something you're supposed to do...

Not my thing.

I don't even bother with xmas cards. I send greetings to people I really care via mail. Or call them or something. Presents are a tricky thing. I buy them to those I really care (is there a pattern here?) and not to people I should because of whatever.

Can you hear me go all bah humbug again?

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Managed to sleep an hour and a half. I now wonder why I even bothered, since I feel a lot more tired than I would if I hadn't slept at all.

Oh well...