Saturday was spent in San Marcus or somewhere near there. It was a shopping trip for my mother. For one, she needed shoes. In addition, she has work parties and such going on. Secret Santa or something similar to that seems to be a theme as well as the usual “get you co-workers gifts” thing. My mother found the endeavor not as fruitful as she would have wished and struck out many times. She did get one gift for someone, though as well as a cup with a cardinal on it for a souvenir. She loves cardinals. I spotted a music box that I took a fancy to. My mother automatically figured she would get it for me as an early birthday gift much to my surprise. I likely should have argued. Oh well. I admit, I did like it enough to get it, but I had already requested what I wished for to my father, which was a request for a few books. My brother and I got shirts and other than that, I do not think we got anything else.

When finished we were all hungry or thirsty. We stopped at the Outback Steakhouse. It was my first time to go there. I was rather leery, as usual since I have a very finicky stomach. It went well enough though. All of us found our food to be exceptional. I did not finish my meal, but I blame that one the three classes of Sprite, the bread and the appetizer my brother ordered. When done we headed for home and did not return until somewhere in the hour of eight.

To my amusement, my brother found a package in the mail. Neither my mother or he knew what it was. He began opening it when I entered. Apparently, the package was a book I requested for. My birthday was ten days away. My brother tried to hide it from my view, but I already knew what book it was. Now he is hiding it from me somewhere. It does not matter. I am not one to snoop.

I hit the bed at nine and woke again somewhere from eleven to one. I cannot recall. To my surprise, I found my mother awake when I meandered into the kitchen later on. I do know I missed Eileen. She made an appearance whilst I was still out and about an hour or so away from home. I never saw her that night. I stayed up until somewhere between four to seven. I cannot remember.

My mother gave me my medicine at some point, probably nine, and admitted her terrible sleep the night before. Her problems were aching legs and such. That surprised me. She works out. I only do crunches. I thought I would be the one with the sore muscles or the like. I must be in better shape than I thought.

I remained awake for a while. I took a shower, read and did the minimum chores since it was the weekend. I took a nap again, since my sleeping is erratic as such. I awoke again around two to three. We went off to a town full of shops. My mother decided to try there since the previous day was a disappointment for her.

We neared there around four, but that was the closing time for most of them. My mother thought we went for nothing, but we stuck around. She found two shops that worked to her favor. She also let me get three children books from my childhood. She claimed they would be another birthday gift. I argued that even if it were not the holidays she would likely have let me have them anyway.

Much to her delight, she bought the gifts for her fellow workers in two stops. When that was concluded we went home. During it, my mother called my sister. From the sound of it, their conversation was rather pleasant, which pleased me. When it ended, my mother even used the word pleasant much to my amusement. We got back around five and went into our usual routines. I cleaned up some, my brother ran two errands for my mother and she did whatever she does.

Monday was average really, so there is not much to say there other than that poor CP was likely exhausted. The girls are in their last week of this semester, and by god do I remember how that was. They are taking a full course. I would croak over that. I wish them luck on their exam scores and hope they make it through this holiday. It is a sad time for them.

Tuesday morning I had a run in with three spiders in less than five minutes. I let two of them live. They are small and likely harmless. The reason one did not make it is that it was in the sink. If it is in an inconvenient place, that is what happens. Other than that, I suppose the day went on as usual. I did post something on the WP, just a note in regards to clarifications.

Then I later wrote a scene for the “never-ending story”. My character is not just my creation, but is my obsession it seems. I admitted that to Erin Tuesday night. I also admitted to her, it surprised me she and her sister could still be entertained by my constant talk about it as though the characters were real. To my – is it relief? Happiness? Something? Whatever it is, she responded that the characters have become something she knows like how she does me. She said it surprised her as well, how she took to them. It relieves me to know I am not becoming annoying in such aspects. As said, it is something of an obsession.

Those I have become close friends with would know. This started far back when I was little. I have a thing for delving. I did it first with things like mythology and symbolism. Eventually that no longer held enough interest and then I moved to my friends. I had to know all that I could. In the end, I realized such is not possible to the extent I yearned for. I could never truly learn all I wanted. I then moved to myself, but ended with the same conclusion… perhaps worse, since I really do not understand things easily. I still do question such things, and usually require aid of others. Kyle or my mother could certainly acknowledge that due to my questioning them whenever a thought comes up and leaves me curious.

Now with the story, my characters have become the prime subjects for my analyzing. I enjoy it immensely. Through the few stories I have written, I found most pleasure in the characters I have royally screwed over. I do not think it is necessarily a sadistic means. I doubt I would ever be that way. The reason would be that it makes things even more complex. The more I understand about humans – as odd as that may sound – the more I add onto the story.

The main character is perhaps freakishly complex and if I ever end the story, which seems unlikely until I downright die, she would perhaps be almost as real as a human as so much text will allow. The second main character is not as complex, but grows noticeably from what I am told. There are others, but they are of lesser complexities, and I am aware of that. Maybe over time, they will reach “higher levels”…

Wednesday was Wednesday. I did my chores, it was cold out, I did more chores, and it was still cold out. I read as usual and at some point, maybe late afternoon did I start drawing. Most of the day was penning, inking, scanning and then coloring on the computer. I did two pictures. The first was nothing of importance, just something that would not get out of my head. The second one was one of those “spur of the moment” things, which are the ones I love most. It took many hours. It was worth it. The time in between, my mother came home early, I did more chores, and around six or something, pizza was ordered. Good times.

I had cheesecake tonight! It was cool! Well, actually I said delightedly, “This is neat!” I revel in my oddness. I have never had cheesecake until tonight. I am sure I would have remembered cheesecake before if I had. I declared it my favorite dessert, to my mother’s amusement since I am not one for desserts anyway. I do not tend to get desserts after meals even.

Why tonight? Well, we had nothing to eat at home – well my mom did not, I still had a few things going sparse fast. We tried out a small Italian restaurant. I found it nice. The place was small, relatively quiet… I think it could house at most forty people. She had her infamous eggplant Parmesan as usual and I tried the ravioli. She said it was the best she ever had and I found my meal pleasant enough. I also found the small dinner outing “fun”.

Other than the dinner, today went as it usually does, really. I woke up early. Sadly, I had left CP earlier than usual because of that. I woke to find her farewell to me blinking on the computer. Poor thing.

Well, after getting up I did my chores, talked to my mother some, she left, I piddled. Major chore was hand cleaning the kitchen floor. I use bleach. I am insane. This is because I have very sensitive eyes, and if I am near it too long, my eyes become red and greatly irritated. I took a shower to wash away the fumes, and then read. The rest of the day went as usual.

Tomorrow my dad will be coming down and will be here around noon. He intends us to go to the grocery store as soon as he is here. Later on, around six he and my mother will be going to her work’s Christmas party. He will stay down here until Sunday.

I guess that is all.

~I am cold…