SuperGerL

Been on my PJs for more than 12 hours. It's the longest I've been in my PJs for the last 9 months. The air smells like fried chicken and sweet ham, the streets are quiet but busy with christmas lights, the air is breezy and it really feels like Christmas already. I haven't had the time to think about Christmas since my life had been confined to the pre-duty-post lifestyle of the hospital. My bed is so cozy I don't feel like leaving home for the first time for Christmas eve. Everyone's blabbing about going home for Christmas eve, but for me.. I'm leaving fro Christmas eve. But oh well, I might as well get used to it. :p