sugarpill

all of my christmas shopping is done. it was easier than i thought it would be. the hardest part was not finding the obscure items, but resisting the urge to buy things for myself. and, well, i didn't buy /everything/ that i wanted.

ghosts from my past keep popping up. for three minutes at a time. and then vanishing again. it makes me angry. it's like "hi, remember me? how've you been?" and then they're gone again. so i'm thinking about them again, and there's nothing i can do about it. i feel interrupted as if i've lost my train of thought.

i wish i had more to say.