It's Christmas Eve. Geoff, his wife Wendy, and Heather are in town to celebrate. Woo! Set my alarm for 9am, didn't get out of bed til 10:30. Called Morgen, she does want me to go with her to the hospital. They're just doing a check to make sure she isn't gonna go into labor today or the next couple of days. If she does, Merry Christmas. I'll be the father to two more little bundles of joy. Hopefully she can hold off. It would suck for the kids to have their birthday so close to the holiday. Mostly because the joy of their upcoming birthday would be intertwined with that of the joy of Christmas morning. My whole family would be here for it, which would make it that much easier. But still.

Things aren't easy for Kevin right now. He's kinda blackballed from my house because of Morgen. I think he's taking it like a champ, but I just wish it were easier. If only there weren't so many fucking hoops he's had to jump through. Kevin. If you read this, I'm sorry. Truly.

To everyone else, Merry Christmas. I haven't been the best at updating this, I'll try harder. Maybe. I always say that with no resolve, but maybe this time is different. Hell, I'm even starting school on the 11th. Things are changing. They have to.