I went a little insane and blew last month's paycheck on Christmas presents. We never really did presents, and I guess we're trying harder to be a normal family now that Dad's gone, which is a fucking shame. It turns out that I am an excellent gift-giver, and no one really knows what I want. That means no one really knows who I am; yay.
I spent the most on myself, which now makes me feel like a wasteful asshole. I got a Foreo Luna 3 Plus because it was on sale. It's superfluous, to say the least, to any skincare routine. I also got a Punitapi Chan? I showed my mother this thing, and it's possible that she thinks that I'm regressing or losing my mind.