getting over it

Work has improved dramatically since snapping. I would never have thought snapping could be so theraputic and effective. I fully encourage all to try it (in specific circumstances). So, while work has not been annoying me lately - certain other things that never used to annoy me, have been. I don't want to go into these thigns too much, partiallybecause I don't want to sound like i'm bitching and moaning all the time, partially because there are a few people who read this thing that I don't trust, and then there are those that read this that I do trust. (I dare say you know which you are.) Let's just say: getting out of Echuca is looking better and better every time the sun comes up.
On a different note, it's only a few days before Christmas.
I think this means that all the crazy local people who have left Echuca are back again for a few days, visiting families, driving at sloth-pace looking at lights, etc. I can deal with sloth-pace driving if it's for the lights, it's the ones who drive crazily fast past my house at 5am in the latest shiny cars with V8 engines that I have an issue with. My house has been filled with decorations, people and sparkly paper that improves presents by ten fold, i am told. I don't think i'm used to being around people so often, because i'm occasionally annoyed by some of their actions. Like leaving cheese on the bench, like leaving dirty socks in the middle of the floor, like... well, I'll stop, because I could go on for a while. I didn't realise I was a tidy person until now, but I guess I am to a certain extent. The Christmas tree does look beautiful though, and I think (hope) that the 25th might actually be decent this year. There's a slight breeze that reminds me of the Santa Ana winds. It's quiet, but the sort of quiet just before a piece of music plays - a sort of anticipation of beautiful music.
I guess we'll see.

If I don't write before then, which I dare say I will, but still, IF I don't:

merry christmas.

All my love,
Hilary.