03.01.2007, 1:57 pm
I had a pretty empty Christmas. The day we got home my mother got very sick with some type of stomach bug and was bedridden. Then my brother got it and was also bedridden. Neither could even smell food without vomiting. Due to the fact that all of this happened on Christmas Eve, after everything closed, it was a sucky situation. We had reservations for Christiana Campbell's Tavern in Williamsburg on the 24th that my mother had been looking forward to for months and had to miss. We had no Christmas dinner and the house was quiet on Christmas day.
Of course I had food to eat and got nice presents, but it just wasn't the same with just Jim and I at my house. I never before had Christmas without a single one of our 23 year traditions being honored. I still felt blessed for all of the good things, but it was sad.
Then Jim and I came home to Charlottesville and I GOT IT. UGHHHHHH. I did not know you could urinate out of your anus. I DID NOT KNOW I was not too old to poop on the floor. I didn't know I had so little self-dignity that I could choose to sleep in my own vomit. The things that came out of me were so foul that all clothing and towels/wash cloths I used had to be discarded.
It was then that I realized no matter how thankful I still was during Christmas...there was a part of me that was still being selfish. I felt badly and called my mom to apologize.
My birthday is tomorrow. None of my friends are in Charlottesville, my family is in Richmond, and Jim is working 10 a.m. to 11 p.m. Again, I don't want to complain but it will be kind of sad and lonely. Not that turning 23 is anything special, or that birthdays really mean anything, but it would be nice to spend time with SOMEONE.
My low GPA this past semester also disqualified me from doing a summer internship I was applying for.
And, while my mom's stomach virus caused her to lose 14 pounds, I have gained!
Basically I am bitching!
