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2002-12-21

I’ll open my eyes. It will be cold and I’ll try to lie in bed as long as I can. It will not succeed so I will rise, get the bathrobe on and then make tea in a huge cup. I walk into the living room, put the cup down and watch some dvd ? probably Battle Royale or something similar to get the right vibe of the holiday. (I might even surprise myself and choose a light-hearted thing such as Amelie. Hey, everything is possible.) I’ll go and get dressed and then the guests start popping up. When they arrive, my brother has been awake for precisely four minutes.

All of us will eat the Christmas-food. Guests will disappear car by car and then I’ll turn on the telly, and by accident end up with Channel Three. They show “Honey I Shrunk the Kids.” I turn to my brother and say something stupid such as: “Stuart Gordon penned the idea to this with Brian Yuzna, perhaps they?ll show a special cut with zombies.” My brother answers “No, they will not. Is this the best there is?” and unfortunately it is. I’ll pick up my guitar and continue trying to learn how to play “Walk Through the Fire” from Buffy: Once More with a Feeling. (Which I saw for the first time last night. Enjoyed it immensely. If I only could see season 4, 5, 6, 7 as well without having to wait several months between each season.)