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December 24th

It's Christmas time. Theres need to be afraid.

I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry and I miss you.

I see you in everything. In every car that passes in every drop of water. In the mist that evaporates into the sky. In the Christmas lights and in the junk mail that comes every day. It is all you.

It's very cold. I didn't sleep much last night. I finally fell to sleep about 10 minutes before my alarm went off. It's really cold today.

Weirdly they let us watch films at work. I had seen Christmas Chronicles about a week ago but didn't mind watching it again. Even Shrek was ok and I don't like Shrek. It was a nice thing to do. Well done on one day a year. Thanks for letting us shut on Christmas Day, it's ok, we'll be back the day after.

There is nothing but noise at the moment so retreated away from that to read my book. I am only staying up as late as I am legally aloud to. Then it's drugs and bed.

I don't think there will be anything on TV. Might try and squeeze 'It's a wonderful life in' but probs not.

Nothing much else has happened. Looked at some Christmas lights. Listened to people talk shite. Wrote some cards that I had to.

Thats about it.

Game over.

One more day and then a rest.

To the two of you that read this.

Merry Christmas. I truly hope it's good for you and you are happy in whatever you are doing.

Santa was in Afghanistan the last time I checked. Who knew?

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