I’d love to tell you that my Christmas was fantastic and full of joy, food and all that other crap, but it totally wasn’t.
One thing I desperately wanted for Christmas was to not to be sick and I didn’t find it wrapped up under the tree Christmas morning. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in bed thinking, “I’m not throwing up, nope, no way” trying to convince myself that there was to be no throwing up. It didn’t work. I could only eat a small amount and if an evil blue midget named Fred asked me if I wanted to sell my soul in exchange for instant wellness, I so would have done it. I think it might be my asthma medication or a stomach bug making me feel ill, but since all the doctors are closed, I can’t find out until late next week. I’m really starting to think someone has put an evil curse on me, some gypsy or blue midget I pissed off back in the day, because it’s getting ridiculous.
I did get some great presents though, such as…
- The Body Shop gift voucher
- Victoria’s Secret gift voucher
- Game boy advance SP and 2 games (‘Beg for Mercy’ and ‘Super Mario Advance 4’)
- Thumb drive
- 256mb SD memory card (higher resolution here I come)
- Egyptian cotton towels
The towels weren’t one of those underwear or face cloth presents your grandmother gives you, I actually wanted them. They’re Egyptian cotton towels, which means they are amazingly soft. I feel in love with Egyptian cotton after I bought some bed sheets made of it, and now there’s no going back. I’m still Kitta from the block.