I had a good Christmas with purpleglitter. "Santa" brought me all several exciting things including a cane and a viola. Many people have been suggesting I get a cane for many months now, and the one I got yesterday is quite stylish and has two secret compartments, one containing a brandy vial which I will use to keep some sort of concentrated energy drink from the Reliable Market and the other containing a built in compass which I can store a small pillbox for meds above. I am, however, most excited about the viola. Ever since I tried my hand at purpleglitter's violin, I've felt a calling to play the viola. For now I will learn the techniques, but I want to eventually play unscripted as I do on the piano/keyboard.

We had sparkling lemon Italian soda and sparkling cranberry juice and watched a Christmas Story on the television and yibber yabbed for hours. I also talked to a great many people on the phone, including my paternal grandfather whom I haven't talked to in years.

I made a huge dinner that purpleglitter thoughtly enjoyed. We started out with a salad with chards of many colours topped with shiitake mushroom and sesame vinaigrette and move on to mushroom turnovers, pesto-stuffed tortellini with vodka sauce topped with provolone, fontina, and kasseri cheeses baked to a golden brown, and roasted corn all followed by key lime pie for dessert. Decidedly decadent compared to our normal fare.

I'm very thankful I got to spend and enjoy yesterday with purpleglitter, she is my favorite piece of string.

Spent the night at purpleglitter's apartment. Santa found me here. He left a handmade Snape pocket shrine, 2 pairs of slippers, a journal with Victoria's Secret models all over it, a Victoria's Secret færie doll, a velvet "neitherday" choker, lip gloss, foot cream, and candy. Happy happy morning. purpleglitter doesn't even have a chimney, I wonder how he got in.

My internet connection is still down. I'm posting this from purpleglitter's apartment again.

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I had very strange half-dreams last night. It was as if I was on acid. The ceiling kept morphing into trip patterns. I couldn't move my body, I could just turn my head. The world kept fading in and out of dreaming. I remember aliens attacking, Saddam Hussein hiding out in purpleglitter's apartment, Santa's reindeer getting buried in the snow, and marching band practice. I don't think I need acid to go on a trip. I just need to try to get some sleep.

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I called iaregistry and left a nasty message. They still haven't responded, the bastards.