Tis the season of indecision.

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I'm trying to put together my Christmas list after constant nagging from the parents and so far, reasonably, I've come up with:

- The fancy new edition of Watership Down from Waterstones.
- Maybe some more notebooks (I have like five already but I'm stockpiling Leuchtturms pre-Brexit)


Unreasonably, I have:

- Days that are twice as long so I can sleep enough/write more
- my own house
- More annual leave from work
- More chapters on the three WIP fics on AO3 that own my life right now
- An annual pass to Masterclass (too expensive for a present; I'll buy it myself in the new year)
- The Platinum Kanazawa-Haku Fountain Pen (also too expensive AND I got a fancy Lamy for my birthday so I don't actually need another pen)
- One of these two Bengal kittens (they are around £600 each)
- An all-expenses paid trip to the Laver Cup in Geneva next year



I literally don't want anything feasible, or affordable, or that doesn't break the laws of time and space. I don't even know what that says about me. Is it getting old, when you either don't want little stuff or want intangibles instead?

Maybe I'll just ask for socks.