I’ve had the entire day off, but despite the fact that we did not have to look after my nephew this weekend, I still did not get the amount of sleep I needed (thanks to my family, mainly my stepdad). I couldn’t even take a nap because I have to be at work by 6AM tomorrow and so I need to go to bed early. Why can’t people leave their shoes off in the house if they don’t intend to go outside? That’s what I want to know. Why do they need to clomp around under my head like a herd of clog-wearing buffalo. Yesterday I took enough painkillers to knock out an elephant, and I still had a headache up until around 10PM because my stepdad woke me up way too early. And then he did it again today, though thankfully I had no headache.
It’s to the point where I might as well not sleep at all between the neighbors, my stepdad, and my nephew. If it was warmer, I’d almost consider sleeping in my car. My mother got me a second sound machine to play while I’m sleeping to further drown out the noise, but it’s actually the vibrations from the noise (thuds and bangs, not voices) that wake me up. I forsee a time when I have seven different sound machines going to drown out the noise of inconsiderate morning people.
Anyway, I’ve been hard at work on my webnovel, groggy and tired though I’ve been. The first page is about 2000 words, but it clears some stuff up, or complicates it. Of course, you can’t read it yet because I’m not going to post it until after New Years, just so I can get some backlog going. So this is just a tease. 
Anyway, I’ll post the WCFQ tomorrow. Promise.
December 28th
The Halycon days end.
Gwyl o Gwin a Hyfrydwch, the Festival of Wine and Pleasure, begins at sundown and continues until December 31st.
This is considered the unluckiest day of the year when no new work should be started.
The Taoists celebrate Ta Chiu, a festival of peace and renewal by summoning all their gods and ghosts to the temple to accept offerings. The priests read off a list of all the people in the area at the end of the festival and attach it to a paper horse. When burned, the names are carried to heaven by the smoke.
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So sorry to hear about the sleeplessness from other people banging around. My husband sleeps during the day and it’s very hard. We remind each other to be quiet for him. Maybe you can sell the step dad. haha just kidding. Sorry my evil side slipped out for a minute.
Yeah… inconsiderate people drive me nuts. I’m sorry that you’re going through that.
I was going through the same thing last night. There comes a point where people making noise and keeping you up passes from simply being annoying to TORTURE. If there was anything on earth that would drive me to committ homicide, it would be lack of sleep.