So here it is, merry christmas. No wait, that was the other one.

I'm tired. Tomorrow it's back to work. And somehow back to reality. With no more hospital stuff to get in the way. Or offer time off. What a strange thought. That it's all over.

I just have to get back in the swing of things. Buckle up and work hard and other clichés.

I still have a little depression hanging around. But I'm trying to think of the good things. Skye. She helps a lot. Strawberries. My mother bought me strawberries. Is there anything better than fresh strawberries? It's like an orgasm in my mouth. And not in the disgusting way. If I could I would go to sleep on a bed of strawberries.

No, well, that would get a little disgusting too. But maybe I could build a house out of strawberries? Like that pancake house from the fairytale. Only with strawberries. And me instead of a childgrabbing witch. It wouldn't make for quite as interesting a story but still. I would like to live in strawberries. If it was socially acceptable I'd wear strawberries.

And so on.

I need a vacation.

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