In some ways I hate Christmas. The whole happy family thing. When I was younger (yet kind of a big kid) I was heartbroken they dumped Christmas Eve on Sesame Street for the crap called Elmo Saved Christmas. That incessant voice of his. And his grammar. No wonder kids can’t talk or have trouble with grammar. I hope to $Diety they don’t let that poor excuse for a muppet on Sesame English (their ESL version).
I went to do my Christmas shopping. Why I decided to do it at 4 on a Saturday afternoon? Beats me. I’m logical like that sometimes. And what did I forget? Tissue paper, though I’ll probably use leftover wrapping paper for that (I’m not wrapping my coworkers gifts. They’re going in bags.) Oh yeah. Tape. Unless, I was to use masking tape. I’ll have to dig through a drawer where there might be some.
Maybe I’ll just celebrate Festivus this year.
I’d actually watch some Seinfeld or MASH (RIP Harry Morgan) but my Mac throws a hissy fit every time I plug in my external drive. Something about it not being able to be repaired. Obvious OSX did something stupid because I shut it down (properly) and the next boot up it was complaining.
No, really I’m grateful for having someplace to go for Christmas. It’s the whole shopping thing that puts me in a bad mood.