Smelling Cigarettes.

I have a turkey in the oven. I've never been able to truthfully say that in my twenty-four years of life. I hope it turns out well. If it doesn't, Christmas is ruined. I already ruined the stuffing. I burned it very, very well. The fruit salad I made, though, baby Jesus would go crazy for. Now that I type this, I realize that even though there are three of us having dinner for Christmas Eve, I seem to be making most of the food.

So, other than having dinner tonight, I don't really have any Christmas plans. Most of my friends left Málaga for the Christmas break. They either went back to the U.S. or are meeting other people in other parts of Europe. Sarah, my roommate, is also here, though, so it's not all bad. Plus, we're going to Africa in a few days! We'll be in Tangier, Morocco this weekend. And, we'll be back in Málaga in time for New Year's Eve. After that, I'm thinking I might travel by myself a little just to see what that's like. I'm not sure yet. I'm also supposed to be studying for my GREs.... That hasn't been going too well. Fucking school.

Well, back to the kitchen for me. Merry Christmas!