Christmas was fun. I was completely right about my gifts, of course, but Alli said we could exchange the Clinique stuff, so yay. Nathan loves all of his stuff. I've eaten lots and lots of food. Through Christmas, everything has been good.
Until two days ago, when I came down with a cold. This is what I get for bragging about not getting sick that often, even though this is the first time I've been sick since May, so that's pretty good. But right now I feel like absolute shit. I also feel like a drug mule, popping cold medicine all day long. I am marginally better than I was before; my nose is no longer pouring snot when I bend my head down. And at least this is a good excuse to lie around the house and watch the House marathon I recorded this weekend.
I'm more than ready to take the Christmas decorations down, except I have no energy to do it with. Why is it that the day after Christmas the trees start looking less like magical centerpieces and more like overgrown shrubs taking up too much space? I wish I had house elves to come clean up all of my decorations for me.
2008 is coming to a close, and I can't say that I'm sad to see it go. It wasn't a bad year, not at all. It's just that I have hopes that I can make 2009 an even better year. I don't make resolutions (I'll never stick to them), but in general I want to be more brave. I don't take risks, but I'm going to have to start if I want to succeed in life. I'm in a scary time right now; college will be done in another year, and I'll have to find a job in a terrible economic time. I'll have to take some risks to reap rewards, and I know that I'll have a safety net if I fail--my family. They'll always be there for me, and I trust in their love and support to guide me.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go blow my nose.
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