I'm back online. Woooooo and all that jazz. And yes, I'm here to talk about Christmas, because I know how much you'll be wanting to hear what I did. Oh yes. I spent most of my time wallowing in self-pity, coughing my guts up, moaning that I wanted my voice back and pulling sulky faces. But aside from that, the last few days have been nice. Christmas Eve, Jon from next door came round for a drink to escape the madness that was his house. The following day we had a total of 10 guests through the course of the day-a combination of family and neighbours. It was pretty uneventful, but nice to have people here. And over the next couple of days various family members will be here, until, on New Year's Eve, I will be watching about half a dozen middle aged people from round the road getting drunk, setting of fireworks, and singing along to karaoke on Sky One. And I have coursework to do. And I really don't want to go back to college at all, which isn't good. And I'm feeling guilty about something even though I guess it's totally normal. But people always seem to end up in situations deeper than I do, which then ends up making me feel like I'm going to end up crushing someone, which is the last thing I want to do. That's no really about Christmas at all, except in a very indirect way. But, uhhh, my excuse is that I'm ill. Or something. I'm off to learn how to make sense...