Yeah

There will be two days of not writing for me.
My mom decided to hire me on for tomorrow and Christmas eve to work, selling ham.
Yes, I'll be a ham peddler, but only for two days.
We leave at 4:30 in the morning, and if tomorrow is anything like today, it will be 8:30 in the evening and we still won't be home.
For two days.
Not alot of time for writing.

I ate alot of barbeque tonight. Alot for me any way. And it was soooo good, but now I don't feel so good. Too much meat.
But barbeque is soooo good.

I don't really feel like I'm utilizing my last opportunity to write.
Fuck it.