Until the day I die.

Christmas.  I am not a Christian.  I am an atheist.  A non-believer.  A heretic.  By all accounts, I should not celebrate this holiday.  I do not care about the birth of the "messiah."  But, I do like to see friends and family.  I do like to give and receive gifts.  So maybe I’ll just celebrate the solstice and call it Christmas.  Who cares?  It’s all commercial now, anyway.

My grades for the Fall semester came out a few days ago.  Nothing to brag about, but not terrible.  Average, just like I swore I would never be.  Funny how going to school, keeping house, and working doesn’t leave time for as much studying.  It would be nice to have my parents pay for college, live in a dorm, and party all the time.  But we can’t have it all, can we?

I have not slept nearly as much as I would like.  But I cannot help but feel I’m wasting my time, lying in bed.  There are things to do, and an overwhelming urge to get up.  Each day passes like the one before.  Too few hours to do too much.  Such is life.  And it will only get worse.

Spider-thing is giving me attitude again.

I woke up at 7:45 today and it was unusually bright.  It was odd.  Time never stops, does it?  It never stops and never changes but there will never be another day like today…today only happens once…but we’ve seen it all before.  I’ve seen this.  I know it.  I have.

Let’s get married and make more babies.

This awkward transition stage will end someday.  So they tell me.  But they lie, don’t they?

Don’t they?