Christmas lights have only one useful purpose.....strangling people infected with the "Holiday Spirit"

The mind wanders to blank places this evening. I think, yet there is nothing. Not a blank void mind you...I'm not searching for any ideas or inspirations...just blankness.

In other words: my entire being is in denial that I am in the middle of the holiday season.

To give you an idea of just how much in denial I am, consider this: I woke up this morning, trudged downstairs and saw a tree in the living room. My first groggy, I've-ventured-into-daylight thought was:

"Why the fuck is there a tree in my house?"

Of course, clairity and enlightenment came soon after but still I refuse to believe that Christmas is coming. Heh. In my mind, I've skipped over it already. Who knows, maybe someone took pictures and I can pretend to care about what happened later.

But probably not.

A day of extreme, yet glorious numbness today. Had to escort the She-Beast to her physical therapy. You see, I couldn't drive as the insurance company is being an epic asswipe about the rental car. Oh well. We're going to be getting the car back in a week or two anyway. See, they tried to salvage it by replacing the engine, and basically the whole front of the car.

And I get to be the guinea pig that's inevitablly going to get stuck on the side of the road in the freezing cold when it breaks down.

Heh. Today I said something in an IM conversation that is suddenly coming to me. (Yes, hello peaches). We were *cough* talking about Harry Potter, and I said something to the effect of (I might be a bit off, peaches, correct me if I'm wrong):

Me: To be sufficientlly British for the day, oh bugger.

Me: Sodding balls and all that rubbish.

For some odd reason, I found that last line insanely funny. So funny that I had to go and repeat it to The Brat in my near perfect British accent.

But no one really needed to know that, did they?