Bah, humbug

Christmas Eve. Bah. I hate Christmas. I have to leave in a bit to go do Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents'. Thankfuly my aunt is cooking, so the food should at least be edible, but I still don't want to go. I'm too tired to deal with my grandmother.

Plus, they've started going to this Unitarian church, and they want to drag us along after dinner. Mom really doesn't want to go, and it's gonna be really foggy tonight, so we're going to beg off on that one.

But still... I am totally not up for this.

Wah. Why me? Hopefully I shouldn't be stuck their too long, but... it's very sad how much I DON'T want to do this.