Well, it's Christmas & I am alone. I really wish either my favourite pixie was in the country or the handsome man with whom I am in lust were here.
He's at his parents and she's off in England with her husband.
I need to get Dr. Phil's book "Love Smarts" because I am an idiot at relationships.
I really must fix myself before any more chances vanish.
I have a headache and I am tired but I don't want to go to sleep. I want to stay up and be a kid again, wait for Santa to arrive and fill my stocking, open presents without a thought to how much they cost, and eat lots of good food without worrying that I will get fat for it, or how it will affect my cholesterol level.
Oh well, I am alive and I have a lover, even if he is just a fuck buddy and not a husband. With luck I can change that in my favour someday not too far from now.