Hey noodle what did you do today?

Well I woke up at 6:30 and went to the living room, where I was able to relax for a little, but around 7ish woke up 'cause grandpa said his tum was hurting. Well when we got him ready he wound up vacating his bowels...No wonder such pain!

After getting him ready I relaxed on the couch, then around 8:30 Uncle Tom arrived with donuts! I ate 2 fritters and a glazed while trying to feed grandpa a fritter, but he just did not wanna eat. I managed about half of one before grandma took over for me. After eating and cleaning up, I took a nodl nap around 9:45ish.

I had a dream that I killed my old low brass instructor and hid his body behind a fridge. I also killed a couple of his clones and tried to get rid of those bodies (feed them to an alligator?) but when the first one was discovered, I got nervous because if they saw me with the clones' body, they'd know I was behind the crime! Also this dream may have occurred at night, but I am unsure.

I woke up at around 1:30 and had a lunch of prime rib, mashed potates, and some collard greens. It was really good but grandpa didn't eat much, and grandma was worried. I ate and cleaned up, then after I went back to the bathroom. Tom and I were planning on going to the beach, but he said he didn't want to walk. I considered telling him that I'd meet him there (I wanted to walk!) but happily enough, he decided to stay home. I grabbed some decorative stuff and set out to the beach, where I hoped to make a sandman!

I called mum and dad, and they were heading back from Walmart (but turned around 'cause they forgot a game camera SD card) and they told me they had a good Xmas, they got stuck halfway through the car wash in Benton (Just died halfway through use, and I swear it does that all the time!), and that they were getting fishing stuff ready to come down here. I chatted the whole way to the beach, but when I got to the public access pathway, the heavy smell of death wafted up toward me. When I was within site of the sands, I discovered why...The last storm we had deposited LOADS of dead starfish on the shore. I mean just tons! Two years ago the same thing had happened with conchs, and now this!

I was able to pick up a few dried 9-armed starfish, several small and dried 5-armed stars, and even a large conch a little smaller than my head! Rare! I managed to fashion a cute little sandman facing the ocean, snapped a few photos, and left him to his fates...He won't have a very long existence, but surely he can enjoy it for a while.

I walked back home (With Happy-Happy Joy-Joy stuck in my head) and grabbed a shower, then rested in the living room from about 4:45 to 5:45. I helped grandma get the bed ready for Tom, then helped get grandpa ready for the night. She made him some eggs and goetta, but no one else was really hungry. Still, as I cleaned up, I ate a glazed and apple fritter donut. I gave him pudding, then worked on the cover of my novel all through Wheel and Jeopardy. I did okay on Jeopardy, but wasn't that good. I nebulized grandpa around 7:53 and then headed back to my room, where I fell asleep watching an NLSS vod from the 20th.

I woke up around 9:45 and stayed up for a bit working on the cover of my book. I wound up playing some craftmines and staying up until around 2ish, but thanks to feeling constantly itchy I couldn't get to sleep until like 4. Seriously, I took a melanonin pill and sathered lotion on every square inch of my body, and it still didn't twerk.

I hope everyone has a Santa-tracking Day! <333