let lemons be angry

What I really want for Christmas:

1. my illustration book back. Somebody took it. As the content and title suggests, it's mine. I even dreamt that I found it again--in a crumpled state, but I didn't care. I want it back.

2. Perfect sunny days and rolls of film.

3. To see my dragonfly town again and find that nothing has really changed. Stilts and rice fields and the grandmother and children everywhere.

I have everything else I want--christmas someplace cold, that red holga and the book that comes with it, toby tomorrow at breakfast, a job to pay off my debt, good kids' camp memories. This hasn't been a social holiday at all, but I'm happy. I've learnt how to preserve myself in a ball and deal with being the Only at bustling places.