happy birthday, jesus!

so. now that that is out of the way. my family is amazing. i've been so excited about spending time with them. they are funny, and generous, and kind. ally has a new rocking horse, and, as far as i've seen, nothing new that uses batteries, which is magnificent. they all liked what i gave them, and they gave me beautiful things that i needed: sheets for my bed when it is my bed again, and warm clothes, of which i haven't terribly many this winter, and tea.

my mum bought me boyclothes. my sister pointed it out to me, and she was excited about it. she didn't have to know that, or to do that. she didn't have to at all. i'd have loved and worn whatever she bought me, obviously. but it was this small, significant, perfect thing. i would do anything for my family. i suspect, and hope, that nothing will ever be more important to me than them. but i do not deserve them at all. they are so very good.

i got a bit of money, too, which is new and exciting. i have been playing with numbers. it will be enough, i think, for paying my debts, for some things for my room, for a bit of security, and for two toys: the name, and, perhaps, if i am very, very good, and if the reserve is not more than fifty dollars (which might not be the case) and if i can convince someone that a road trip to northeast pennsylvania, near elk mountain would not be unreasonable (i would, of course, offer compensation) i may try to get this beautiful, perfect, terrible thing.