Oh ye gods, it’s Christmas the day after tomorrow. Actually, looking at the clock, I realise it’s Christmas tomorrow.
Spent the day rushing from one place to another trying to organise Xmas presents. I keep this kind of thing to a minimum, I only buy for my kids and my partner, but even so I seem to make it incredibly stressful and unpleasant. Got very wet, and grumpy.
Christmas Day itself is to be a mammoth logistical task of getting my children and Chris’s child from one parent to the other and back again. Somewhere in the middle of it all there’ll be some present-opening, cooking and eating. I doubt there’ll be much opportunity for the traditional piss-up, which I’m glad about. Of all the days to be drunk, Christmas Day always seems to be the worst.
Had a big row with a friend, who thinks I ought to befriend a particular guru who advocates spiritual teachers having sexual relations with their disciples. I’ve seen too many women’s lives ruined by such controlling, manipulative, self-satisfying egotists, why does anyone even speak to these people, let alone adore them?
Took some time out for a bit of fun with photoshop and a couple of stills from the midwinter celebration.
