My Cardboard Balcony

This year was the first year I ever spent Christmas with a family other than my immediate family or my more immediate relatives. However, I did spend Christmas with my future in-laws, at the house that my fiancée grew up in. I was initially nervous about being a part of my in-laws' holiday, but as it turned out, it was really nice, fun, and calming. Christmas itself, after so many weeks of working longer shifts, dealing with shopping, and trying to keep in the spirit, was, all in all, a really lovely experience. And then I went back to my apartment. I don't know if you'd call it the post-Christmas blues or not, but I had a really hard day after Christmas. It's interesting how, after two days of being in a warm, comfortable place getting to know your future family more and more, you can get really overwhelmed by the routine you have become so accustomed to back home. I'll be okay, don't worry - tomorrow, in lieu of a Storyteller, I will be putting up yet anot

Hunger by Belinda Roddie There wasn't much left in the old man's soup bowl.

"So how did the interview go?" asked Amy. "I can't safely say," Richard replied. "I went in, all dressed up in my suit, ready to go. The manager was very polite. But he kept asking about my former work." "Oh?" "Yeah, he didn't seem to get that the job I was going for offered more money than my previous job," chuckled Richard. "Like it was bizarre to him that he could provide me a better gig than the ones I already had."