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Well, the usual Christmas/Great-Aunt-Mouse's-birthday 48-hour extravaganza is over. Christ is supposedly 2004. He's really getting cantankerous in his old age. My great Aunt Mouse is 84. She's the baby of the family. My grandmother is 85, and their eldest sister Esther is 87. All three of them are sharper than most of the university students I go to school with, though Mouse's husband Bill is deteriorating physically, and Esther's Robin is deteriorating mentally.

At the other end of the scale, the little Morris cousins are actually old enough to have personalities and vocabularies now. Alexandria and Laura are about the same age. Alexandria is the daughter of my practical, hardheaded, environmental-activist cousin Tammy, and Laura is my spacey cousin Nicole's (Nicole is in animal rescue, horses mostly -- she's now doing horse astrology). My sister and I spent most of our time with the kids.

It's weird being here. The whole holidays made me feel even more like an outcast than I already was. No one in this family knows me anymore, and they almost seem to have forgotten I exist. The creepy thing is hearing the elderly relatives calling my little cousin Ethan by my name. It really hits home the feeling of expendibility.

It's funny. I didn't get along with my parents, but I still always felt like I had a larger family, here. Now I'm not so sure.

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Well, I spent my Indigo/Chapters gift certificates on something I couldn't get at most independent bookstores: a Dungeons and Dragons book. It's full of nasty, surprising horrors to throw at my players.

(I figured it only appropriate that something from Inpters should resonate with pure evil.)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -- *deep breath* -- HAHAHAHAHA!!!!