Visions of Sugarplums

It's Christmas Eve.  Mom and Matt are watching The Sting with the pugs, and I'm blogging.

Today we ate a big lunch at Lazaro's, the local Cuban place.  It was extremely delicious, and it was garlic laden.

We came home and napped.  I kept feeling panicky and woke up with my heart pounding a few times.  Finally, I got up.

Tomorrow we're going to the movies - Birdman, after some debate.  We felt that Unbroken and the new one with Benedict Cumberbatch were too WWII torturey/sad.

And then after that, Chinese food.

I'm just exhausted.  And weepy, and crazy.

So you know.  Merry, merry.