We are beautiful we are doomed.

So I haven't slept in a couple of days, actually. Not by choice mind you, but nevertheless I am pretty tired because of it. I only feel safe posting that piece of information here because I don't think anybody who would scold me for it reads this. Anyway, Keith can't sleep = either something is happening or he is being stupid, likely a combination of the two.

I am headed back to Toronto to finish up my Christmas, and so far, to be honest, it's not as bad as it could have been. This is largely due to a few friends and Sam and his parents putting up with me for the last couple of weeks, for which I am extremely grateful, and holding onto the hope that I might be able to solve my lack of sleep in the next little while, although given my history regarding this sort of thing, probably not.

I got some bad news about my mom, and my youngest sister is being a typical 16 year old and not coming to visit my dad out of some angsty resentment, so that's the bad for this christmas. Like I said, it sucks (especially the news about my mom) but it's not the worst christmas I've ever had.

Because I got a pie from one of the aforementioned friends!