daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas!

It was Christmas Karoke last night with the hubby, my brother and the kiddos and a good time was had by all. And of course nachos and pizza were involved. I got some cool gifts from my little brother including a book of collected poems by Sylvia Plath and a Dressy Bessy and a Bright Eyes CD. Yippee! Tomorrow at work will not be bad at all. I am by myself and I can listen to my CDs without people walking by cubicle staring at me strangely.

My kids seemed to like their gifts and so did my husband. I tried really hard to get them what they wanted with a few surprises. Life just isn't life without surprises.

You know, my brother and I were talking about Sylvia Plath last night, and I told him that I had read somewhere that they did some sort of medical research and found that out of all the writers, poets are most likely to commit suicide. I don't think the poetry drives them to it, I just think truly sensitive, suffering people write poetry. And at some point they realize that its not fixing anything.

Didn't mean to end on a somber note. I am doing fine and Christmas is good.

I will think of suicide another day.

Merry Christmas Again!

12:46 p.m. - 2003-12-25

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