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tuesday, december 22, 1998, 06:13 my days are all messed up. i really wouldn't know what day it was were it not for the fact that it says so at the top of this file. i walked into the house today as usual and was headed down the hall, grabbed onto the banister and was about to run up the stairs, two at a time, as i have for years now, when something caught my eye. i looked into the living room, and there it was. and i couldn't believe that i hadn't seen it before. i'd been home for a day and yet this was the first time that i saw our christmas tree. i sat for a moment and smelled the tree, waiting for some memories to come flooding back to me. something about that time when i was about ten and i got this whole box of knock-off GoBots that even though they weren't real Gobots still kicked a whole boatload of ass. Or the few christmases where i would wake up in the morning and look outside and find that it had been snowing all night and where once there was green grass, it was all just white now. none of those memories came back to me though. but that's okay, because we've got a really pretty tree.
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