I sleep a lot. This is no joke. I guess it started with my existence in utero since my mom likes to tell stories about how I slept through the entire pregnancy, how they’d have to wait for me to turn over during check-ups to make sure I was okay and I guess I slept past my due date by a month. On average, I sleep 10-12 hours a day/night. I’m totally fine with sleeping that much, but there are times when I let it get to me just how unproductive it is to sleep for so long. The past several days have been just those kind of days.

Part of it is, I just don’t want to get up and out of bed, so I end up falling back asleep until hours pass by and I finally force myself awake and out. Other than work, there’s not much else I have to do. Basic housework and cleaning always needs to be done but… meh.

I should update you on my wisdom tooth situation. I’m scheduled to have it extracted on the 23rd, so I get to enjoy a liquid-diet Christmas dinner apparently. Currently, the infection is being treated with some antibiotics.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas. The extent of Christmas in this apartment is a string of lights around the valance of the vertical blinds and my wine cork reindeer ornaments I’ve been manufacturing for my mom. The husband has to work both Christmas Eve & Day, but I’ll be recouping from my wisdom tooth extraction for a few days at my parents’ and spending those days with my family… who actually enjoys celebrating Christmas. I kind of wish the man I was going to marry was a grinch, than maybe things would be different lol. *sigh*