Dear Diary,
I just put on this new CD that I bought, and sat in the middle of the couch for about a half hour before I realized that I haven't moved a muscle in the past half hour. Staring at the Christmas tree, one finger on my lips, I wondered what the future holds. "Jesus Christ, is my life always going to be like this?" Then I realized that this notion is absurd. Since when is life consistant? What makes me think that I will be frozen in this state forever? I've only really been frozen for about a half hour. But I worry. Worry about life being an exhausting uphill battle, with at times, insufficient rewards.
So I go to Bikram's Yoga. To build strength. I have to admit though, every time I go, I think, "wow this sucks I am going to pass out." But then I keep going. Because being really hardcore is ideal.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Another Christmas day... I'm always impressed with how much I like my presents, and this year I was very pleased with the reactions from the ones I gave. My brother gave me an IOU for customized dianafreeburg.com stickers. Terrific! I think I need to work on my PR.
I gave my grandma a swan candy dish I made out of foil. I thought it was terrifically clever because it references a play we all just went to see, "The Voices of Christmas." In the play, one of the characters tells a story about how he made a foil swan candy dish for his grandma when he was about 6. He was really proud of the dish, but horror of horrors, when he gave it to his grandma, she mistook it for wrapping remnants and started to crumple it up. But his story turns out to be heartwarming. His grandma was so mortified by what she did that they spent the whole next day making a new foil swan candy dish, and the bonding that they shared over crafts that day was worth more than any present blah de blah de blah. So when my Grandma opened her gift today, she lifted the magnificent swan out of the bag, and immediately ripped off the tail, because she didn't get that that was the actual present. I was a little wounded, but Grandma and I won't be spending tomorrow making a new swan.
Love,
Diana