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Attempting the fabled Christmas Log this year. My mother always did it. She passed away eight or nine years ago, and it's about bloody time I had a go. I just don't think I've been "together" enough to actually try. Anything more than throwing something frozen in the oven for an hour is usually a little too Real Life for me.

Got the presents for everyone, and stuff to put them in. Didn't always get the stuff I would have liked for some people... why can't I find books that talk about astronomy AND astrology? Bah. Also got myself a calander as part of that attempt to be more Real Lifey. Or, I'm just sick of being confused about which day it is.

Getting Twinkies or Oreos from people visiting from the other side of the planet. Reciprocating with After Eights. Nothing strikes me as more British, when it comes to sweet stuff, for some reason. The lady of the couple is a new mother and I'm guessing her body is in milkmaid mode. If there's one time to see a girl topless... oh well, probably not.

Well, here's hoping the log goes well. Mayhap it will bode well for the pancakes I shall attempt on New Year's...

Bah. If anyone reads this, Merry Christmas. I hope you have someone to feed you tomorrow, too.