Woken up at 4 in the morning by a phone call from Jon. Confusing and heartbreaking as usual. This is the fault of us both, but today it was Jon who made the call. We called back and forth over the course of the day. I never felt any better. I don't think he did either.
Today was the Christmas party at the Villa. It was supposed to be fun but I was in a black mood from the very beginning. Had to abandon my diet for the day because at lunch there was only, like, a chocolate fountain and pigs in a blanket and stuff. Then we opened presents, first from our secret santas (mine was the Aspergers girl. she made me a necklace which i will wear a couple times so she thinks i like it, although i don't). Then we opened one from the staff (i asked for accessories from H&M. they got me accessories from Claire's. Again, I will wear them just enough so that they think I like them, then bury them in the backyard). Then one of the patients who is a know-it-all try-hard (he's friendly enough, he just can't stop giving generic advice to save his life) actually bought everyone presents because, like I said, he's a try-hard. I got two books, first "Perks Of Being A Wallflower" (which I read when I was 15 and had the distinct impression that it was too young for me, even then) and then "The Sweet Hereafter" which is the basis for the movie of the same name, which is basically Jon's favorite movie, which means it will be too painful to read it. So, basically the presents were a total bust. But I did enjoy giving my second favorite schizophrenic his Diet Coke notebook!
Nothing really happened after that. I got a TB shot, that was it. Oh! And then I got home and found out Captain Beefheart died! I feel sick and tired and so, so sad. This is probably the worst day here since the first week I came.