What Christmas?

Sorry for the lack of blogness lately, I've been working pretty much every day for the last ten days. I want to write something, but I'm just not inspired lately either. The whole Christmas season is really sapping my will to live. I'm actually writing this at work during a slight lull in business, with my co-worker Kathy standing over me eating some disgusting yogurt-type meal. She requested a mention in the blog and I'm kind enough to oblige.

This might just be the worst Christmas ever. I'm not kidding. I'm working every bloody day from now until Christmas, pretty much all day long. No shopping has been done, other than a new bed that I got for Bobo. Not like I really have many people to shop for. Mum, Dad, Sis, my boss, my friend Blondie and that's about it. I guess the one benefit of not having any friends is not having to worry about what to get them for Christmas. Christmas day is bound to be awkward as always. Imagine living in a house with your two parents who hate each other and don't speak. Good times.

And then there's New Year's. I look forward to that even less. Having absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go isn't fun. The prospect of spending it alone really stinks. Amazingly, last year it was actually okay, despite the fact I didn’t really do anything fun. Just went with by pal Marty Boy and another of his friend’s to this girl’s place. They’re now dating. Good for them. It was just a very small gathering, but I smoked a nice cigar, went down to Nathan Phillips Square and was just filled with a great sense of optimism about the coming year. And for the first nine or ten months…things were pretty good. I mean serious ups and downs, but over all things were going well. But now, I just don’t know. This isn’t a very happy holiday for me. And I don’t know how I’m feeling about ’06 yet. We’ll see. But I’ll leave all this for my year end post…look forward to it folks. It’ll be a good one, I promise.