So Christmas happened.
Christmas eve I was too worn out from the day before.
I spent the earlier part of the day being a lazy fuck. In the evening I got myself washed and dressed and went to a Christmas Eve dinner at the house of friends. It was mostly nice but reminded me why I have made no effort to keep in touch with someone I may technically be friends with but who I find interaction with very, very hard.
Also, with the being sick and antisocial for so long it was the first time a few of my friend have properly had the chance to be mean about Shitlord to me...
Christmas day involved over ten hours of family.
A lunch and a dinner.
So much family.
Boxing Day, I could barely stand.
In the evening when i didn't have the energy to heat a can of soup I got sad about how many of the regular delivery things weren't running. Ended up getting Dominos pizza, delivered by a surprisingly chatty Mason. I assumed from how late he was running and that they seemed to be the only delivery food running that he should have been rushing but was still much more personable than DeliverEasy ever is - will have to keep that in mind should I be a shut in hermit craving human conversation again.
Then Alana and Mike turned up with some instant food to have me prepared for the future. And then they ignored my pleas for them to stop and did a bunch of the housework that I was behind on.
My kitchen looks much more like it is safe to eat food from now.
After they left I read a news story passed on a twitter post and to much just following its links lead to the insta account of the person involved, to whom I sent a message - because trying to cheer up strangers is normal. There has been a small amount of chatting since.
It is my first sliding into a strangers DMs.
I am now an instagram creeper.
Today Alana made me and Mike go to Cats with her.
It is not a good film.
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