We're back from DC. Much fun was had by all. I never thought I'd be a VIP at a military ceremony. I got to sit in a big chair in the front row. The general mentioned me by name.

Although there wasn't any karaoke, and I stayed sober, the after party was a good time. DC parties are always fun because the famous Cousin Steve lives there. We socialized and made art with chocolate and paper plates.

My sister gets into town tonight, so our third and final Christmas looms. I return to my banishment in the now livable attic. My New Year's resolve to do stuff has carried to the 6th. That's probably a record. I probably just jinxed it. Shit.