caffeine diary

Best Christmas present of the night ever: my great-grandmother, Blanche Gondin, died... a few years ago. She was suffering from Alzheimer's. But apparently, she kept on saying, over and over, that she wanted me and my sister to have the charms left from her charm bracelet. So my maternal grandmother and her sister (Aunt Cynthia, whose real name is Cynthia and is not to be confused with my Cynthia whose real name isn't something I'm going to publish all over the internet) got a real gold chain for them and now I have this beautiful locket shaped like a heart dangling from my neck. And it's just..

wow.

I cried. Such a girl. Such a sap. So hopelessly sentimental and... yes.

So. On that note, merry Christmas Eve, and I will do my best to get online for a few seconds tomorrow to wish everyone a merry Christmas.

No one kill hir relatives. That would be bad.

Christmas Eve service: I wished I were home in NJ.