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Mom says she'll get a tree tonight while I'm at Mint Manor. Then I'll come home tomorrow night after work and decorate it, and enjoy it, and go over early Saturday to feed Riley, and stay through the weekend.

This is good. Christmas may yet be saved.

Anyway. Last night as I was coming home from work, I resolved that I would go out myself and get a Christmas tree. I made the mistake of calling up to see if my dad wanted to come down and help me, and he gave me a whole whiny spiel about not having the money ("But I'm going to pay for it," I said) and how mom should be involed ("But she's not home yet and I have no time") and there was no space for it ("I can clear one"). But he broke me and I came upstairs full of self-pity.

I was soon swept with new resolve and began clearing a space for a tree. Kirsten berated me and insulted me and screamed at me the whole time. I'm not kidding; she's very against my getting a tree. ("You leave for months at a time," she exagerrated, "want to dump this tree on us and then leave us with broken ornaments and pine needles!") I ignored her and marched out, determined to get the tree myself. ("You're a fucking idiot!" she screamed after me. Fucking idiots need Christmas, too, I thought.)

I went down to where the Boy Scouts usually are. It was desolate. Then I saw the sign, which informed me that they sold trees every day of the week except Wednesday.

I came home, crushed, and ignored my studying. It felt like I would have to choose between Christmas and seeing Kitana. Luckily, it doesn't turn out that way, but last night was a very rough night.

{John Astin} But I'm feeling much better now. {/John Astin}

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