The holiday season is over, huzzah. It passed with great uneventfulness, as most of the actual holiday bits were spent watching dvds and napping.
On Xistmas proper I went to the movie theater to watch The Good Shepherd, partly for the office newsletter movie review, partly because I wanted to see that too and Black Christmas wasn’t playing for another half hour. The movie was good, full of conspiratorial yumminess, tracing the birth of the CIA from a few bright academic sorts recruited from a Skull and Bones retreat for the OSS during WWII and their continued involvement in geopolitical sneakiness into the 1960s.
On the way out of the theater I saw my ex. Now, she and I keep in touch with the occasional email, but we’re not that close anymore. Part of why we broke up was that we were very different people frm who we were years ago when we’d first gotten together, and neither of us was really overly fond of who the other had become. As it stands, going by the content of recent emails, she’s become someone I don’t want to stand particularly close to. So imagine my suprise when, as I exit the theater, she runs up to me with a jolly “Merry Christmas!”
Her latest victim is in tow,and I don’t have my voice back yet, and I really don’t want to make a scene. I’d done so well at not moping for the past few weeks and I wasn’t about to let some Ghost of Sostice Past wreck all that. I just smiled, gestured mutely to my throat to indicate that I don’t have my voice back yet, and went to my car.
The bad part is that i really don’t have my voice back, so I am going to catch hell at the office today. Ah well. I got through the holiday season without a major mopey fit, so this fills with me a sense of accomplishment.
