On the 23rd I had a friend drop by to return a DVD (Dr Horrible) and ended up chatting for over four hours. It was a nice use of the day where I otherwise did nothing but play some FF12 and feel too tired and weak to do anything.
Then Thursday came. Christmas Eve. And I was feeling even more of the tired and weak and didn't even managed to put on pants all day.
Friday. I got up early and was watching Star Trek when I had to go downstairs for carols organised by one of my neighbours. Then washing, dressing properly, and going to Equinox (an Indian restaurant in the Forbury Racecourse) for the big Christmas lunch. Buffet, while my mother and her partner bitterly sniped at each other non-stop. Such fun....
The meal was decent, but weird. And the venue full of people, mostly older people but some young families too - including someone who was a quizmaster at the casino back when that was still a thing.
Then to my mothers for a little while to exchange gifts (got a pleasantly small amount of stuff - I usually end up with a bunch of stuff I don't really want but this year she kept things minimal).
Then I came home before tea time on Christmas day and I have not left my flat since.
Boxing Day, I watched some Netflix and played some FF12.
Today I was too exhausted to even play games, because my body is dumb. So was just watching stuff and dozing. Made the stupid mistake of starting into my Christmas lollies and quickly ate enough sugar that I now have dry mouth and very regular trips to the bathroom. It had not occurred to me that a single binge could trigger acute diabetes symptoms. But I did it. Like a champion.
And I have watched too many things with Pedro Pascal and not loved any. He should stick to being Mando and leave movies alone.....
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