Nearly 2:30am Christmas morning and I'm still awake, sitting here by myself while everyone's asleep. I should be in bed, 'cause goodness knows the kids will be up early, but I really don't feel like sleeping. Don't feel like doing much of anything, for that matter, except trying not to cry for no damned reason. We got everything wrapped and set up a couple of hours ago, Gazer headed to bed awhile back, and I have no idea why I didn't just follow him on upstairs.
It's been a couple of years now since I've really enjoyed Christmas. Now it's just another stupid day, just like all the rest. Blah.