The Lightening Week of Death

That's what I call this week. It's the week of death because there's really never anything to do this week, and it just seems like such a dead week. The fun of Christmas is over, the rush of present returning and exchanging is winding down, the cleaning from company waits, and life goes back to boring. It's also the lightening week, because it seems like the fastest week of the year. It's Christmas, and then you have this boring week, and then poof! it's New Year's.

On a completely different note, it was our 6 month anniversary yesterday. We both forgot. In fact, the only thing that made me remember was reading Angela's blogs about their anniversary on the 22nd-ish. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure they got married the weekend before us. So that means it would be closer to the 19th-ish right? I think so.
Anyway, how pathetic is that? Maybe it's because we've been dating for 5 years that things are just so comfortable. But you'd think 6 months would be quite a milestone. Evidently not. Is it sad or is it something different? I don't know, but I'm a tad worried. Oh well, we just got done with Christmas. Who can be on top of everything? But really, after all that complaining I did about the depressing week ahead and how awful it is and how there's nothing to look forward to, I should be ashamed for forgetting that. *sigh* Life is weird that way.