Here I am in a filthy motel on Christmas day. There's sperm on the door lock (yes, literally) and mold on the carpet. The smell in here makes my skin itch and it's snowing outside. We just came back from visiting my distracting sexually open family and we nearly skidded on black ice off of the road. My iPod was stolen while I was at work so I've been listening to nothing but Christmas music for the last 12 hours, not to mention the 8 hours a day of xmas I've been pulling at work. I'm waking up in the morning to visit many many people that I do not know. Hugging strangers in confusion. Mostly hoping not to get stuck in Indiana. Not to lead anyone astray, I somewhat am liking this Christmas. It's just never been my holiday, never will be.