christmas.

Sometimes, it's nice to just not have to think too hard about things. It's nice to let your reflexes take over and not worry about the consequences.
Christmas is nice that way. Well, for me, anyway. I open presents and know that people were thinking of me. I pass out my own and, in spite of how shoddy they are, it makes the people I care about smile.
Reflex takes over.

I can't stop having dreams about angels. Maybe it's just the time of year.
Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that.

This blog is haphazard. I don't mind.
I haven't got much to say.

Oh, except I wish some people would fall off the face of the earth.
Is that horrible of me? ... Eh. I think not.
Who wouldn't wish someone away who was just complicating things?

... No. But really. Could you disappear please?