Well, Christmas is over. Even though there is still like 4 and a half hours left, I am ending it. I went home. I am home. And Christmas is over. Now next week I have two birthday parties to go to and drive to Weed to spend New Years with my Mom. Then work when I get back, until I retire. I need a career. I need a purpose. Looking ahead I know that I have something planned for me. Silly God, why don’t you just tell me?