well, that’s over. one more night of hell (new year’s eve) to get through and this interminable holiday season will be over.
it wasn’t so bad. batering for candy was fun.
“i got a nestle caramel treasure here, what’ll you give me for it?”
“i got three rolos.”
“i’ll give you two butterfinger bells.”
“how about a krackle?”
the rest was barely tolerable. all of us overfed, overtired, and sorta bored– everyone needing a nap and some alone-time. which, of course, makes me sound like the most ungrateful of wenches, but such is life, and i’m drunk.
merry christmas to me.
it’s getting to be that i don’t know anyone under the age of 12 who likes christmas anymore. is it the commercialization? the secular-nature of the holiday? the pressue to buy the perfect gift? the forced-jovialness of it all? i can’t figure it out, i just know that it’s really not fun anymore. at all. it’s work, and it makes me so very, very tired.