I hate my flat :( Not to keen on hubby at the moment either!

Just realised I'm rushed off my feet in work and coming home and trying to get flat major sorted for Christmas (and failed). I've done the shopping (he drove and sulked) bought prezzies (not wrapped). Decorated flat.

He's sulked and slept through it all. His contribution so far has been to put four decorations on the ceiling um two have fallen down. The stuff I'm sorting his college notes that have been stored in varies carrier bags throughout the flat. The process is; I clear room, he goes into it while I start the next room. I go back to first room to see that it's now awash with newspapers... and so the chain continues it's like a plague! I passed himself some boxes to put in the dump/computer room and I see now he opened the door and threw them in rather than stacking them tidily. My belongings have been thrown about so his guitar and amp can be spread out. The room so recently painted and put nice is again a tip. For a two bedroom flat this place sure holds some crap and gets in a total mess. Currently don't have one clear room. Hence me feeling close to tears and whinning here ~ it's an annual feeling (and yes I'd be better off turning the computer off and getting stuck in)

My mum loved Christmas always made a fuss I tend to think of her a lot this time of year. A number of my deccies are from growing up and I guess that adds to it, bittersweet. Try and make everything nice and happy, place nice food everyone likes prezzies to open... Christmas with its pressure on playing happy families can't half be a depressing time of year. Not convinced anyone else gives a shit. Is the fuss really worth it for two days?

Yet I love the idea of Christmas. Hedonistic pleasure for pleasures sake. I like the sillyness peeping around the corner to see prezzies under the tree (ok I'm a child!) seeing people open prezzies and trying to guess what delights you have in turn ('Is it a treasure map, a van gogh, a geni,a, a ooo a teatowel how lovely') Getting to that pointjust seems a hastle right now.

Being largely anti-social my plans involve hiding in the corner with a large icey glass of Baileys some Orangey truffles in reach, Dr Who special on the telly, something to read or play; with G.aunt sleeping on the other sofa, cat sleeping on the bed and hubby banished to the deepest darkest reaches of the dump room. Damn mnaybe I should have bought him a computer game

Perhaps if I'd done the fussing in November instead of loosing the month to nano i'd be more organised now. But hey I like my story, it needs work but it was fun getting to the point its at and it can be turned into something..maybe.

Most creative efforts on the go at present is my turn of the round robin we got started on the Koontz newsgroup. Getting a bit worried by the email I got regarding it; despite being chief cheerleader and prompter or the story I'm not sure I'm taking it as seriously as some. Personally I think the more characters you get the faster the thing draws to a screeching halt cause no one remembers or gives a damn about them also I thought the idea was just to write not warp the plot of every book Koontz has ever written! Amusing really that so far the writers (three of us for main) appear to have very different ideas as to what the plot is. Could be biological-chemical/biological-genetics/computerised/nazis all playing out in some really bad rain. Could be fun to wor kout. I had lovely rain in my last part and a very unrealistic fight sequence, under the thundering skies; apparently I killed off one of the good guys! well how was I to know? ooo this time it's gonna be jumbled conversations and damp histeronics with plenty of susseration of rain. Hopefully only the bad guys get killed this time

I'm in a funny mood, full sleepy melancholy.

It has just returned home so I'm going to go salvage my living room and stomp and glare a lot.