In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

You should be so proud of me. I bonded with family, I think. I'm not sure. My drunk uncle hugged me four times (FOUR!) and complimented my new coat endlessly. Is this bonding? Hmmm...

So tired. So, so tired.

I like acoustic much more as well. Soft music is almost always better than crazy loud music, which usually disrupts any peaceful mood I'm in. Ag, screaming music. I hear that enough when I scare Rachel. And you will eventually love Broadway's Greatest Love Songs, too.

When you finish your after-Christmas shopping, I recommend you drive your newly wealthy self over here, as I believe we will be attending...get ready...Christmas at the Zoo! And then a fort, of course. You can't forget the fort. I really have started liking shopping much less. I have to be in a specific mood to shop, and I'm not often in this mood, and whatever I pick out will be criticized by my mother anyway, so I have given up all hope.

If you never stand up for yourself, you will lose whatever sense of who you are, as little as that may be. And what about standing up for someone else? There has to be some sort of contradiction to the way people think or they will have no reason for thinking this. And wasn't it you who said that Emily should come to Herron so that, at least for a year, you could deal with anyone that messed with her? If someone were to say something negative about someone I care for, you can bet I'm not going to stand by and watch them get hurt. That just isn't what you do, really. Contradictions have to be made. Some people have got to be wrong so that we can realize what, exactly, is right. As I said, I am tired, so if I make no sense, it is completely understood.

By golly, Abby, you have commitment issues. You aren't supposed to have the fear of people constantly exiting your life. I truly believe that you have come across some of the wrong people to base your idea of love, something that I'm thinking should last a while, upon. They could be great people. They could be the nicest, most giving and wonderful people in the entire world. But if they aren't around for the long run, you could screw up your entire outlook, and that is horrible (which is a word that I have just now realized I use quite frequently).

I have just been kicked off the computer. As much as I would like to save this as a secret, I know that I should officially post it so that you will see it.

Good-night, and a very, very, very Merry Christmas. What a good day, truly.