The drive home today was three hours. Traffic was awful. I was already pretty tired today, but this burned through the rest of my energy and then some. I sat down on my bed to write a blog post today and I fell asleep for about 10 minutes.

The Christmasyness of everything around here is exhausting, too. There was, like, no Christmas stuff going on at Hampshire, and now that I'm back on a street with lights on every house in a house that plays nothing but Christmas albums, at all times, for the whole month of December, it's like being frosted. Like, with cake frosting. I even feel that awful tingling on the roof of my mouth that frosting causes.

I'm definitely going to have to find a different kind of energy here than I had going for me at Hampshire if I want to get anything done at all this break, because as I am now all of my energy is going into actively not figuring out which awful Christmas song is playing by the sound distantly penetrating my bedroom door.