Later today...

Things got better after I ate more Chinese food and went on my computer. Katie came upstairs to change, and then she and Dan went to Angela's Christmas party. I refuse to call Angela my 'grandmother', as she is, from what I've heard, a nasty woman, so she shall be called Angela. Well, and a few other names, but I'll call her Angela in this blog.

Dad made grilled cheese and tomato soup for us for dinner, which was really nice of him. Mom didn't have any, though. Dad had processed Swiss cheese slices in his grilled cheese, and I had cheddar cheese - not processed, though. We have no processed cheddar slices left, just the brick o' cheddar cheese - either Black Diamond or Cracker Barrel, I can't remember. But, oddly enough, the grilled cheese and tomato soup cheered me up.