Blue bulbs

This is supposed to be my favourite time of year... and I guess it still is. But, holy moley am I ever on edge and I gotta say - just a little bit angry. Holiday crowds and all the seasonal hullabaloo never used to get to me. If I had a therapist... well I'd be rich and probably easier to get along with. Maybe I'm just old.

Shaving my legs would make me happy. All I want for Christmas is a disposable razor.

I wrapped gifts tonight and I enjoyed it.

Cheques and balances, mofos.