Nothing creative accomplished as of yet, although I did get to start another book, Lenin's Path to Power: Bolshevism and the Destiny of Russia, of which I am about halfway through.
It was nice to see how much people from my past have aged, whether taller or more wrinkled and grey. I am horrible in social situations, so video games (Halo & SOCOM) were my savior tonight. I did get to see a new kid, whom works in a paintball magazine and has a clothing line; rather than spawning jealousy he forced me to reflect upon my own work and approach to publicity. I neither wish to work in publication or fashion, but would rather take greater comfort in my work's ability to touch people on its own. Let the work be my publicity manager.
Multiple-family time is always nice. Glad it happened.
I am more than ready to abandon consumerism holidays, but doubt many will grasp, let alone concur. Sigh.
Keane is attempting to force me into an old hurtful summer fantasy, but gaining moderate results. I have no choice but to lay back and hit repeat.
Happy Holidays.
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