I hate this time of year. November until April is the worst part. I especially don't like the holidays. As a kid I loved it but that seems like thousands of years ago. Last year I didn't get anything from anyone. At least not in my family. J celebrated my birthday with me, made me a cake and got me the PS2 game Gun (now burned up). My dad sent me a card. This year I'm not doing anything for anyone except C and J. I'll send my nephews and niece cards and a check but everyone else is getting dick.

I feel so old. I noticed all these grey hairs at the temples. My brother went very grey around his 25th birthday and now that my hair is so short they are more noticeable. I really want my hair to grow back. My scar is far too noticeable and I don't like people seeing it.
I weighed myself and I'm 203lbs. I was surprised since I've been around 190-195 for years. I know the extra weight isn't fat because I pretty much have none. I've gotten much more muscular, which I love but 203 is shocking regardless.

I put my book on hold for a while. It's at a rough spot right now and I need to think it through and decide which way it will go. Meanwhile I've started writing a short story that's flying along. It's about a kid in a hospital. Of course The Willow Tree inspired it.