My Concrete Christmas

While I'm writing, Bubba's tearing the Peanuts Nativity figures from the Christmas tree. I've got to admit the Mrs. is calmer about this than I thought she would be. That's a good thing, I suppose.

So, first part of Fall '06 is over. The 2nd starts Jan. 06, I think. Let me explain: at LaGuardia Community College in Long Island City, NY (and most of CUNY now, for that matter)they operate on a weird sort of semester schedule: there are 2 semesters within each semester. So, Fall 1 and Fall 2, Spring 1 and Spring 2. It creates havoc on those receiving financial aid (the government still doesn't know what to make of it when calculating eligibility), and the shorter classes can be a bit tough on the brain. In some ways it's smart: a full-time student focuses on only 2 classes at a time, rather than 4. I guess there's a report somewhere that says students do better this way. I only know I wish I had more time for Statistics. That shit gave me fits. Grade for the group Dynamics class already came in: A (told you). Well, 4 more classes and some internship and I'm off to Hunter... then it's Columbia or NYU. Then it's Dr. Snausage, thank you very much.

Got Bubba an Elmo TMX, which will either make him go apeshit or scare him half to death: we're not sure which. Must tape it, though. Got the Mrs. a Prada makeup bag, 'Weeds' Season One and three silver jewelry pieces from this Hawaiian jewelers. Selling your comic books can help you get through Christmas, especially when you're not working.

SSA is still dragging their ass on my disability claim. It seems like they look for any reason to deny you now. it didn't used to be that way. Makes things difficult, true. But that's why I retained the lawyers this time around. They're my fist when things get muddy in this case.

No snow this year, it looks like. I don't like that. Makes me feel like we're faking Christmas, and I know I'm not the only one who feels that way.

Hopefully, the whole visiting family and friends thing will change that. Doubtful though, as it's her family and her friends and I really have so little of myself anymore that it's no wonder that I'm depressed. Remember, men: marriage is a union, not an assimilation. Let her know before you take your vows that you want to keep some things separate and accessible, or you'll be miserable.