It was GOING to be a Merry Christmas.

I was GOING to head over to someone's house for Christmas dinner, to enjoy the day. You know, ease my mind of the terrible notion that this is the day that my mother fell ill for the last time.

But instead, Kevin decided that we aren't going. Because he's sick, now I'm stuck here in my stewing pot of ever growing frustrations. 

This day was going to be at least tolerable, but now it's not only a hallowed occasion for me, it's an infuriating day. Because right now I can't even distract myself with the merriment of festivities.

I'm going to get caught up on my roleplays and figure out something else to do with this miserable day.