When you're gone, it's only a matter of time before people forget you ever even existed.

The stupid holiday is almost over. I really can't wait. No, not in the ohmygodwhenamIgonnagetallthepresentsbecauseI'msuchagreedymaterialistic bastard sense. More of in the let's chuck the tree out the door and be done with it sense. I've had it up to here *hand is held above head* with all this festive cheer.

Like when I walked into Pick N' Save this morning and there were hoards of people waiting in outrageously long lines with big huge grins on their faces wishing each other various Christmas wishes.

Who needs horror movies when you have real life?

Thankfully, I had something to distract me today. The ol' brother came by. Heh. So I went over to his house and had a bit to drink. It's funny, he handed me a beer. I thought it tasted disgusting so I drank some whiskey instead. Ahhhhhhh......Drowning my holiday hatred in a bottle. Glorious.

This is the part where I glance over my shoulder to make sure the Bastardly Parental Units aren't reading this. That would be most unfortunate.

It seems the coast is clear.

Suddenly I'm really tired. A migrane seems to have begun testing those annoying pain receptors in my brain. I would go and sleep in my room were it not so ridiculously cold. No one should have a room quite that cold, and yet hey, I do.

I completley forgot whatever it was I had planned on blogging about. Instead of wasting the energy trying to remember, I'm going to say my last "Bah Humbugs" for the evening and crash at the keyboard.