I'm glad it's almost Christmas because that means it's nearly New Year's. This binge needs to end. It's been worse since I got home. But it's been a lot of fun. Except the scary thing is coming back and my brain is mushy. I'm still achy from running and falling and pushing and ass-grabbing. Christopher is skeazy.

I have to go to the mall tomorrow. I have started my shopping, but so far I've only purchased a couple of things. I should've got stuff on the road. After the mall, which is going to be exhaustingly over-stimulating and probably full of annoying, stressed and hurried people, I have to come home and clean up Sneaky Pete's Junkyard since my father is on his way, and I'm not sure when to expect him. Then, I get to pack and get ready to leave town for a few days where I will get to see my dummies and relax in rehab. Wish me luck.