5:30- I wake up to the sound of one of my dogs dreaming. He's outside. I guess he slept on the garage porch, which is just outside my room. Good thing I'm already awake, since my youngest two brothers got everyone up for opening Christmas presents. Apparently they got up at 2:45.

We open our presents. I got bed sheets, clothes, a Peggy Carter cosplay, and stocking candy. I don't know what Melissa got me yet because we decided to open our presents over FaceTime.

Sometime later, I make a pot of coffee and put on Klaus, a Netflix original movie about a post officer who ends up in a town full of ruffians and changes it with a badass Santa that's fit for that town.

I let the dogs out.

I eat a banana and cookie for breakfast. I'm in the mood to put myself in a sugar coma.

8:25- Melissa and I open our presents from each other. I got her a Doctor Who adipose stuffed animal and her doggie, Mattie, Greenie bones. She got me a Dalek t-shirt (Vote 'No' on Daleks! End Extermination Today!) and a Thirteenth Doctor Funko POP, and got all of my dogs treats 😍😍😍
(THANK YOU SO DANG MUCH MELISSAA AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!)

Klaus ends and makes me cry. I won't say why, or else I'll end up spoiling it. It was really good.

My mom starts our Christmas luncheon and I accidentally explode butter in the microwave. I start another pot of coffee because I'm starting to crash.

My aunt FaceTimes us on my mom's phone. Apparently she ordered lipstick for my cosplay but I haven't gotten it. Oh well, I'll get it soon enough.

I drink a cup of coffee, do a load of dishes, and get garlic Parmesan potatoes ready to cook.

I make cranberry sauce and hang around. My seventeen-year-old brother comes, which makes my nerves shot. I hope he isn't here long. Julianne and I talk about wanting to punch people.

Luncheon finally starts. My fifteen-year-old brother cracks a few racist jokes and I'm not in the mood to call him out only to be met with more racist jokes. I finish and go upstairs.

Thank *gosh* that it doesn't take him long to leave after I go up to my room. No offense or anything, but I got a beef with my brother so it's not like I don't like him for no reason.

I do a load of dishes. My stepbrothers come over. My mom gives my four-year-old brother coffee for whatever reason.

I should be doing another load of dishes, but I mess around with my Peggy Carter cosplay instead.

I start a load, have sensory overload because a lot is going on at once (and my sister is listening to music while taking a shower, so I can't at least get somewhere quieter) but that's life sometimes so I try not to freak out while I get my dinner.

I eat dinner and my stepbrothers go home and my two youngest brothers go to bed. I put the dogs to bed and then finish dishes. I was going to fix a button on my new cosplay, but I'm not in the mood.