Today has been strange. Time has moved in the weirdest way. I woke up at 7 in the morning and thought: “It’s going to be a long day.”
I then watched 298462 episodes of Parenthood. It was awesome until this happened:
Jessie: “I think I’m going to take a shower before I watch anymore so I can…”
Mom: “Not feel like a loser?”
Jessie: “…feel clean. I was going to say feel clean.”
I failed at making Christmas Cookies. Oh well. I’m not even sad about it.
Then my mom sent me to Papa John’s. (For Christmas Eve dinner my mom had pizza and slushes. She’s the best.)
Papa Johns is Hoppin’ On Christmas Eve
pizza-dough-thrower (who I think was the manager) is yelling at Joyce or whoever in the front of the store answering the phones. She’s also trying to deal with this minister who is so angry that he has waited for 15 minutes. The younger pizza sauce spreader is a smartie-pants who keeps giving away free Sprites to calm the angry customers. This whole time all I can think is:
I return home to eat the pizza and slushes with Buddy, Tori, and my mom… then I took a 3 hour nap. I woke up thinking, “WONDERFUL, I’ve just slept away the only human-hours of my Christmas Eve.”
Then I remembered that it wasn’t about me. (I hate when I forget that.)
