Dear Eddie.

Xmas was terrible, as I planned. And quite bizar too. I had to spend christmas day at my aunts. Everything was awful and just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse my dear cousin started being racist. He wasn’t too homophobic, though. And the dog was quiet. That was unusual.

The good thing is that I’m done with christmas untill next year. The less good thing is that I still have to get through new year’s eve. I realize I’ve been complaining a lot since the first letter but in my own defense I always complain a lot this time of year. It’ll be better when we get out of the whole christmas time thing.

I did nine drawings today. I have to do at least eleven more for my art class. I could have started working on this three week ago. I didn’t. I was too busy watching movies and staying in bed all day. It’s a hard life.

I already watched the big fat quiz of the year about 36 times. It’s so great.
Anyway, looking forward to Treasure Island.

Bunchaflowers.
One of many fans.

K.