Being an unemployed bum gives me so much anxiety that I have horrible insomnia again. Tonight I decided to be productive and put up some Christmas decorations. I skipped the lights; I'm not feeling that cheery. I will enjoy them for the next 36 or so hours until Gregory comes over. Then I'm sure something will be knocked over by his clumsy oafishness, or he'll treat my floor like his personal clothes hamper like he always does, and make everything look messy.
I'm meeting his mother and sister this Saturday. I have managed to avoid it for the past 2 years. I'm sure she's a nice lady, but it still makes me nerdvous. Hello, I don't have a job right now and I'm a raging weirdo with frizzy hair. I'm sure she won't think I'm good enough for her fancy engineer son. I bought her a box of chocolates in an attempt to bribe her into liking me.
Lolz @ at the emo tone of this post. Here are some lousy pictures of the decorations.



I thought I had way more nutcrackers than this, but it turns out I only have 18. I guess I need more.
