These wounds they will not heal...

I'm thinking that my shoulder REALLY hurts.

Which is odd, because the most strenuous thing I did today was bring some wood inside for the stove; the damn thing's acting up when it's not supposed to.

Hah. Or maybe the thousands of milligrams of Ibuprofen wore off, finally.

Presents are TOUGH. It's hard not to just go crazy and buy awesome gifts for everyone. Sometimes, I'll just be ambling through a store and see like eight things for one person that would make AWESOME gifts, but you've already bought them a present and it's great and you don't want to look like a spaz by handing them a huge pile of goodies.

I am so exhausted, emotionally. I'm running on empty. I don't even have a solid reason for it, I just am. It sucks.

Everyone is now going to pity me, and I'm going to turn my backs on their pity and be noble and emo. Then, the love of my life is going to lift my head and give me a new zest for life. I'm going to have a fulfilled life and be happy.

Yep. That's how it's going to be. Start with the pity, I have to be dramatically wasted before Sierra gets back.