I got tons of nice things, most of which I probably dont deserve and I got to speak to my family on Christmas day which was ace.

Iain got a foccacia maker for christmas which made me snigger, for not any particular reason except I havent heard the word "Foccacia" in a really long time.

He bought my Nan a cordless phone and I was the first person to call on it, which was also cool.

G discovered a novel way of getting out of Mass- he went outside and threw up. No it wasnt the sermon, although that almost did the trick for me, it was the fact that we both caught nasty colds.

The rest of the days were spent eating, drinking and listening to stories about the neighbors you havent met. Its always weird to spend a few days where the only time you're alone is in the loo, to come home to an empty house. For the whole the time you are wishing yourself somewhere else, then when you get there everything feels empty. It kinda sucks.

G rented some bloody weird "after christmas" films last night. I think he was trying to impress me by visiting the alternative video store. He got "The man who wasnt there"- dark, "Animal house"- darker, and "Romper Stomper"- darker still.

I dont know what the hell possessed him to do that, but now I feel all dirty and weird.

Time to eat more Highland Toffees and go for a big long walk before it gets dark, which will be in about forty minutes.

Hope you had a good one, sorry Marc I slept in again, I do indeed suck.