≡ Click to see image ≡

My list of gripes will be nowhere near comprehensive, as that would take up its own blog right now.

Suffice it to say my computer spent most of last night and this morning on LimeWire and iTunes obtaining Frontiers by Journey for my 15 year old cousin, who usually likes cool very old music, the Beatles, and films/TV like Monty Python and Buster Keaton.

I guess I just couldn't bear buying Journey in a store. I lived through the '80s, man.

Now, before I'm off to spend time listening to relatives argue with each other, I'll be changing massive amounts of cat litter, cleaning up dog doo, and hanging out in the freezing doggy park for an hour or so.

≡ Click to see image ≡

But that's every day, except for the Xmas part, and it's a sort of blessing too.

I am sick and alone....also:

It is a truth generally acknowledged that reading the overannotated ("town" means London? got that the first time) edition of a novel one had enjoyed very much is exceedingly annoying.

Bunneh hat is single-ply. FAIL.

I'm too bloody tired to bitch, dammit!

It's a bitch to have to conduct "regular" business during Holiday season.

I had a theft, and I have been trying to deal with that, making calls, getting copies of receipts, etc., and it just sucks.

Plus, going to a store to buy something every-day along side the christmas shoppers is very hard and weird.

THIS JUST IN...
THE WAR ON CHRISTMAS IS OVER!
mmmmaybe.

There are no college games on. Takes anuddah swig of beeyah.

See, this guy?
Being a total unmitigated bastard to The Bees.
His mom's not being much better, but the big bully has the gall to hiss, growl and kitty swear (viler sounds have never been made) at me, not to mention stealing all the gifts and hiding them all but his own.

Then he wants me to play with him.
The nerve.

He tried to take her clothes and would let us finish playing piano!

Fireworks. Bloody fireworks every night. Every now and then, someone shoots off a rocket or two. It's fucking annoying. They really should be banned from sale until after Christmas, since this is easier than making everyone get a clue.

This Christmas has left me so tired that it makes me want to cry.

What the fucking fuck!?

How can there be no goddamn football games on on motherfucking Christmas?

It's un-American! God is truly dead.

There I was - in the JUNGLE, the jungle of Christmas in-law entertaining - and what can you do, you can cook some sausages, you can pour some wine, you can crack some jokes about the shitty Christmas radio channels and the Rachael Ray show - but at SOME FUCKING GOD-DAMNED POINT, you want to SWITCH the TV to god damned COLLEGE FOOTBALL of AMERICA and just relax and watch a couple play-fakes!

Is that too much to ask? Did OSAMA BIN LADEN set the TV schedule for Christmas this year? What the FUCK is going on?

My boss sent me a work-related email at 9:45 this morning (2008 strategy and so on). If that wasn't bad enough, I actually replied to it. God good.

Christmas is over :-( Soon I have to go back to my regular life. And I'm not sure I can. I think my brain has atrophied.

I took a little NAP, and after that adopted a new Christmas strategy; I delved deep into my stocks of Whiskey, distributing liberally of that which was old enough to vote.

Whiskey saved Christmas!

yay.

I would've liked some college football on Xmas afternoon, too. The Blue-Gray Classic was usually a welcome addition during the glassy-eyed afterglow that followed opening presents and preceded a holiday dinner. I would've been happy to have seen one of the "us too" college bowl games scheduled instead.

Now I'm at work attempting to re-engage my brain....

My weird brother is still mad at me for a totally ridiculous perceived slight on Thanksgiving. So he gave me and my daughter each 99 cent packs of expired turkey cold cuts for Christmas. Fine, whatever, but he gave my son a huge wad of cash while pointing out that that was the money he would have otherwise spent on our gifts. Oh well, fuck him, we gave him nice things. Meanwhile, in other Christmas news, my bastard of an ex-husband lied to my son on the phone and then expected me to cover up & make things nice. That was pleasant.

And then last night sometime the heat stopped working. Turned out we had run out of oil; this used up pretty much every frigging penny I had which means I'm not sure I can even go away next week as I was planning to do. :-( This house is going through oil waaaaaaay too fast and I can't afford it.

Just starting to get over emotional hangover. No booze, no chemical fun, no fair, just the bashed, done in, wipe out of sudden overwhelming crappitude.

Christmas sucked, mostly. The only saving grace was that the mister was there.