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Only Joined By Irritation

I was driving home the other day and a local station was playing Christmas music. Did you read that? CHRISTMAS music on November 18th. When I was a child I liked Christmas just as much as the next kid, but now it just a race against time to buy gifts that won’t met expectations, that they won’t like anyway, that I bought because, damn it, I am completely out of clever ideas, running around like an idiot making sure I do what I need to get done, etc., etc.. However, nothing makes me crankier than Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving. It’s enough pressure to dissillusion a 6 year old. Be jolly, for christssake, be jolly!!!! Christmas is only a month and a half away! Are you ready, are ya are ya, huh?!

ppppbbbbttttthhhhh

I am a watcher of the HBO show Rome. It continues to amaze me when people on chatboards speculate about what might happen next to characters who, get this now, are real people in history.

What will happen to Octavian? I hope he retaliates at whats-her-face.

Folks, I hate to ruin the suspense of an upcoming season that probably isn’t even filmed yet, but Octavian becomes emperor of Rome. He kicks ass and takes names. Here’s an idea for your downtime until the show starts again – read a frigging history book. I’m not the biggest history buff on the block, but jesus, I really have never seen so many stupid questions.

I came into work this morning feeling like I had the worst hangover I’ve had in a long while. Like I hung around the local until they dragged me out by my hair, lost in a gin and tonic haze. Alas, I watched television last night and went to bed, tossing and turning because I just couldn’t get comfortable. Isn’t that a kick in the pants? If I’m going to feel like crap, I’d like a better reason. Cocktails for $1000, Alex.

And know you see why it’s been so long between posts. Nothing but cranky.

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  1. cs says

    Hush my little butterfly. Your vacation is mearly a week away; not even. Be grateful you didn’t sneeze your brain through your nose like I just did a second ago. While this cold is minor it is none the less annoying. think of warm breezes, cool cocktails, and bathwater warm ocean licking your toes.



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