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December 16, 2000
Whew!
I'm worn out. I'd love Christmas, if it weren't for the shopping. And all the people. And the cheesy music blasting in all the horribly crowded stores. I'm really not in the Christmas spirit at all this year -- normally I love this time of year, but I just can't get into it at the moment. And don't even talk to me about New Years' Eve, okay?
I did manage to finish most of my shopping today. I went to Harvard Square, and found the last couple of things I wanted to get for my mom (I'd tell you what they are, but she reads my journal, so I'll have to keep it a secret... it's good stuff, though, she'll love it...) and wrapping paper and ribbon and tape. Now I just have to wrap stuff, and write Christmas cards (which will be late, as usual). I figure I'll spend tonight doing that. I'm headed to Vermont on Tuesday, so everything will have to be done by then. It's going to be a low-key Christmas this year, what with Mom recovering from surgery and all. She did get a little tree, which I'll decorate when I get there, and since I'll be heading back here on Christmas Day, we'll do the presents and all on Christmas Eve.
I'm really trying to get into the spirit, here. Maybe it's the newly-single thing, I don't know. And really, it's not Christmas that's depressing me so much as New Year's and my birthday. I never expect any major festivities, but this is the first year in a long time that I'll be on my own. My birthday won't be an occasion for anyone but me... and it's hard to celebrate on your own, you know? Barry and I never did anything terribly exciting for New Year's -- hell, last year we stayed home and watched it all on TV -- but we were together. I had someone to share it with. And this year.... well, I'm just feeling sorry for myself. Screw it -- if I have to celebrate on my own, I will, dammit!
Posted by Mary Ellen at December 16, 2000 06:18 PM