The Christmas tree is up. This inanimate object that, for the past FIVE days has mocked me about the situation I'm in - is up. And decorated.

And I'll be damned if the lights didn't burn out on me right as I put the thing up.

The irony is not at all lost on me.

I tried fixing it. I didn't have the patience to try and find which bulb was burned out. I thought about leaving it, half burned out, but that seemed ridiculous. I thought about calling H for help but scoffed at that. I stared at it for awhile and said eff it. I went downstairs, grabbed a strand of regular green lights and wound them around my all white Christmas tree. Keeping it classy.

It's not perfect. And neither am I. But both will do for right now.


M:32,H 32
T:10, M5
BD/H Move Out: 9/2014 - extreme anger
H Mental Illness Diagnosis: 4/15
Served D Papers: 10/15
Divorced: 11/15