We got invited to dinner last night. We went to a new Irish pub downtown and it was great. The owners are Leo and Sharon and they were so gracious. They have made this pub authentic -- they burn irish peat in the fireplace which has stones from each county in Ireland. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, my sister was grating and I'm finding her more and more difficult to be around. She is fake and gushes over people to the point where I can't help but roll my eyes. I used to consider her my best friend, now I have trouble being around her. I miss the days when I would call her and we would talk for hours. Now our phone calls end when she says something that offends me. She tends to be judgmental and I tend not to appreciate that. She went into a depression a few years ago after she was dumped instead of proposed to. I have waited for her to come back to being herself and she has not. I am losing hope. Last night and Christmas Eve I had the distinct feeling she would have been happier if I were not there. I feel like baggage in her life that takes the spotlight away from her. She would rather be the only daughter. Dismissive is the treatment she gives.

Another strange thing is that I may be looking for a job in the new year. Interesting. I have hope changes in 2006 will be good. Millie still feels like shit.