I am here in the festive exile that is my parents' house. It's actually not very festive at all. Somehow I'm not feeling it very much this year, and I am much too neurotic to feel peaceful. However, it's quite a pleasant neurosis, if there is such a thing.
So here's my brother playing Adeste Fideles on his bass, and I'm sitting in my room trying not to fall asleep over Kafka, or considering if I really want to watch Lord of the Rings (it's such a Christmassy thing to do). And all the while I'm going pleasantly mad inside.
Anyway let's have some pictures.
Me. Wearing the lovely scarf I got from Irina and Lisa. (It's got foxes on!)
One of the strangest (but coolest) presents I ever got. From Eva. Piggy.
The bed that I will purchase on Saturday, with the money my parents gave me.
Shame that I cannot afford all the complicated accessories that make it worthwhile. (Which is something I actually said to my parents last night. Naturally I was referring to sheets and pillows. Err.)
What an odd entry.