Waiting With Open Arms

Happens every Christmas, I am left bereft, dying with nothing but the compassion of ambiguous campaigns left to compose me. Not so bad really, save the fact that everyone's gone on holidays - eating, drinking, making merry whilst I still recover from a mere 4 days spent in the presence of food and television and rest and glorious sleep.

I miss my glorious sleep but notice the boredom which has caused me to blog at 12:30 in the afternoon on a working day. Jeru, pay heed and rejoice for I have kept this page alive in the absence of you and Sohna, who living it up in comforting winters and beautiful countrysides with high mountains and pretty flowers are bound to return. Ha ha a week more and yes, back to the drudgery from whence you went :D Ah, feel so good.

Happy New Year you guys. Can't wait to have you back!