Sometimes I have a moment of realization, and I realized this morning that life is quite like slant rhyme. It might look ok on paper, but when you say it outloud you realize how really cocked up it is.

I also realized that what I miss about Christmas, or that I try and recreate every year, is that sense of wonder and amazement that comes with being an innocent child and believing in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. What lies within us as a species that we have to be able to believe in entirely fictional beings in order to disguise our generosity and benevolence behind fantastic myths? How do you take a person, make them into a saint, and build this entire cultural legacy around them?

Hopefully my leaking tub will be fixed soon. It would be nice to take a shower in my own bathroom, rather than the tiny guest bathroom downstairs.