Today, I have worked, had a haircut, delivered presents across Portsmouth, including to two family members who haven’t bothered to get us anything in return despite us always normally doing so, attended the Christmas party at my Mum’s home to her entire disinterest in me to the point I had a little cry in the car on the way home, collected and packed into my car a £700 click and collect order, iced two Christmas cakes, wrapped presents for Mr Sheena and his Dad as I did both their Christmas shopping for them given recent events, steamed a Christmas pudding, taken two bags to the recycling, made chilli, queued at a cheese shop only to find out they didn’t have the cheese I wanted, posted ten Discogs orders out and packed to go to Wales tomorrow, for which I am leaving at 8 and expecting to drive for nigh on 5 hours, before organising food and (a lot of the) entertainment for Mr Sheena’s family of ten people for four days, including his fucking useless brother who keeps doing things like sending messages saying “oh we’ll need XXX, can you grab, please?” despite the click and collect order being done and “XXX” representing items including pickled FUCKING walnuts and maraschino cherries, I kid you not. All whilst Mr Sheena has sat around doing nothing being too depressed to do anything cause his mother died which has wound me up something chronic, which has then in turn made me feel guilty because if you can’t do fuck all when your mum dies, WHEN CAN YOU?
I love Christmas, it’s my favourite time of the year. I get everything done in November so I don’t have any of this shit to deal with.
Moopy, I am now on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVES!