A subject title? What, are you high or something?

It's christmas eve. I'm drunk. Tommorow, by which I mean today, but after I've slept and woken up again, I'll go to my parents' place, and have christmas dinner, and probably stay the night because everyone will be too drunk/lazy to drive me home. First I will get there early and rehearse with my brothers, though, because we are taking towering middens of instruments to the ACT to entertain our kin.

Last friday I went to a club and saw a bad santa discipline two naughty girls. Also, Christa Hughes took her clothes off and sang a lounge version of Venus in Furs, and my outfit was made of gaffa tape. Top night. Bright and early the next day off I went to my Grandparents place, which was fun, and christmassy. I got back into town just in time for the protest thingy, which I may have mentioned. That was Sunday. On Monday I beat up a girl, and was beat up by a boy, putting me of a status somewhere between girl and boy, which I'm comfortabloe with. And then there was shopping, and lots of work, and then it was friday and I had some people around for dinner, and I gave them vodka for christmas, but I also gave some of it to myself.

Come Christmas, I will be in Canberra. This is where my father's family have their thing, because it's where Grandma lives. I like to see my various cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparent, and look forward to the thing.

I'm not sure when I'll be back in Sydney.

Fa la la!

Merry Christmas!

(or: Sunday, if you're particularly against the Christmas thing)

I'll be back in town on Wednesday.