Technically it's the 26th. I'm just up late
Priscilla died during Christmas dinner. I guess propriety and ettiquette went out the window when mom announced it to the whole table of us still eating. At least is wasn't seafood we were having. I had changed her water this morning (as her christmas gift, how thoughtful of me) and I guess this League City water was too much to handle. Weird, because I thought the water in Lubbock was sick, and somehow she survived on that for months. She had been with me since my birthday; coincidentally the same time frame as another person I know. Hopefully this isn't some sick forshadowing of events to come. I'd much rather lose my fish than my friend. Not that Priscilla wasn't my friend. Many mornings, my only reason to get out of bed was to stumble to her tank in the kitchen, still-drunk, still nude, and feed her. I am undecided whether or not I will replace her. Tough choice.
My Christmas gift is shopping. Nothing under the tree, but I'll have plenty to put in my closet by the time I head back to Lubbock. Good trade-off I'd say, I hate opening gifts infront of people.
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