I dreamed that I was in the desert of Afghanistan. (Hey! Don't grumble and reach for that close button up there! Give me a chance.) Real sunny, dusty, breezy. Everywhere were wagonloads of sausage--not red kiddie wagons--I'm talking Conestoga. There were a lot of people with me, all of us moving in a line. The sausage was there for us to eat. Everyone was eating it. I didn't. I told them the truth: it was sausage made from human flesh. The Americans made it from the bodies of dead Afghans, the ones they killed with guns and bombs. No one cared. They ate the sausage.

Boy, could you find some symbolism in that! Then again, I have recurring dreams of chronic plumbing catastrophes and miniature babies, so what do I know?

Tomorrow's Christmas. Yeah. I remember our dog Ginger barked on Christmas Eve night, and Daddy said she was barking at Santa Claus and his reindeer in the sky. And another time my Maw Maw came over on Christmas Eve. I fell asleep and woke up in the morning, and there were so many presents under the tree--Santa! And that last shimmer of hope before Sis and I left for New Orleans on Christmas Eve a few years ago, leaving a note for a Santa Claus. There weren't any presents when we came back. I don't know where I'm going with this. Just...I'll get some presents tomorrow, a few good meals. Watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre on DVD.

I watched It's a Wonderful Life tonight. (So pretentious, italicizing the movie titles...) Always a good film, even after watching it some dozen odd times. And I figure out something new every time. Still haven't quite figured out what the actual problem with the Building and Loan was after George and Mary were married. I don't do economics. But I'm tellin' ya, Potter was pure evil! Keeping that $8000! Well, his life is his own punishment. Weaving his web of lies and control, that "scurvy little spider."

My fingernails are a shimmery pink with light green glitter specks. Remember my first entry? I believe it started off with a description of my nailpolish, or probably Daylight Saving Time. See if I'm right.

[rolls wheelie chair to her Christmas stocking] Hmm, nothing in it. Parents asleep, neither is getting up in the middle of the night (not if I know them)...Oh, well. Maybe something will turn up.

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