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Christmas was orgasmic this year. I got everything I asked for plus lots of stuff I didn't and now my entire kitchen is rearranged and I have this mythical counter space I've heard so much whispering about and I looovvvvee it.

Andrew's sister got me Twilight which at first I was like, "uhhh, thanks. I hate reading books that are cool and everyone is into them because they usually suck. Hard. But thanks" Then I read it. HOLY SHIT good book. It's totally exactly the kind of book I always read that no one has ever heard of before. So, lucky Stephanie Meyer there.

Today, I am sick. I actually took my temperature because I felt so shitty, and I have a fever. Of 38. Or 100.4, as google calculator informs me. This is not cool, because for the first time ever in our relationship, Andrew and I had fun plans for New Years. We were to go out to downtown Toronto. We cancelled earlier, actually, because he has a migraine plus a death cold that won't go away, but wow. New Years eve plus us does so not equal love (NYE + AM ≠ ♥). It's disheartening. Sigh. Maybe next year.

In other news, I hope everyone had a great Christmas and enjoys a very happy New Year.