12.25.01

It is Christmas...My children are somewhere, over a thousand miles away opening presents and I'm not there to see their joy. This makes me sad but I struggle forward, knowing my journey is on a path that will bring me closer to them...through work, this last semester of school, and dedication to the craft...

It is Christmas...I have to work in a little less than two hours. It's ok...I don't have anything better to do anyway. Just me and the Gadget Guy. It should be a good day.

It is Christmas...I have enough money to buy a pack of cigars. That's it. Poverty for those who work so much is fucking ridiculous. How can one ever get ahead?

It is Christmas...and I hope yours was good...