Santa's Taking His Sweet Goddamn Time
This Monday's in Limbo. There aren't any throngs of students filling the hallways, only isolated pockets where one or two look around furtively, giggling against the loneliness of being the only few students within spitting distance in a school normally packed full of white-shirted adolescents. The mall down the road, in stark contrast, is overflowing with Christmas shoppers rushing to fill last-minute needs for people they'd forgotten to add to their lists.
So far I've spent an hour reading comics in my open-glass cubicle. Thanks to an amusing request by a Malaysian friend, I also whittled away twenty minutes by waiting for a porn site to load on my laptop -- the school's 'Net connection declined to serve my porn request, and rightly so -- and so far, between the comics, the porn and now, the blogging, the day's proving to be a real snooze-fest. I should have stayed in bed.
By this time every December it hits me: first the bleakness, the terrible awareness that Christmas, right around the corner, has moved from being a distant possibility to an imminent likelihood, and for the life of me I can't remember what I've done in the past year that was worth the time in between this Christmas and the last. Tomorrow the holiday spirit will suffuse me, but today belongs to my dark mistresses Angst and Irony.
I know that many of my friends are moving away early next year. This was supposed to mean that we needed to have an extra-special Christmas, but things got in the way, as they have a habit of doing. I also know that some of my friends aren't in good frames of mind at the moment, a result of breakups with significant others. This perhaps wasn't the best time to break up, but there really never is a good time for a break-up, unless of course Jude Law or Angelina Jolie (or a hot person of your preference) is downstairs in the getaway vehicle waiting for you to finish your business before you drive off into the sunset together. As a result, I have not seen some of those friends since our last out-of-town trip, and if past experience is any indication, I will not hear from them until the New Year, when we will party like it's 2006. Go us.
Christmas is coming, and the most I'm hoping for is some quiet time with the wife and the dog. And maybe the cat, if we can keep the extra kittens out of the picture. Memories of yesterday, when we spent practically all afternoon fast asleep in an air-conditioned room, drive me to madness. There will be time for rest someday. But for now, there is non-work, and in my head I can keep playing Katamari Damacy.
So far I've spent an hour reading comics in my open-glass cubicle. Thanks to an amusing request by a Malaysian friend, I also whittled away twenty minutes by waiting for a porn site to load on my laptop -- the school's 'Net connection declined to serve my porn request, and rightly so -- and so far, between the comics, the porn and now, the blogging, the day's proving to be a real snooze-fest. I should have stayed in bed.
By this time every December it hits me: first the bleakness, the terrible awareness that Christmas, right around the corner, has moved from being a distant possibility to an imminent likelihood, and for the life of me I can't remember what I've done in the past year that was worth the time in between this Christmas and the last. Tomorrow the holiday spirit will suffuse me, but today belongs to my dark mistresses Angst and Irony.
I know that many of my friends are moving away early next year. This was supposed to mean that we needed to have an extra-special Christmas, but things got in the way, as they have a habit of doing. I also know that some of my friends aren't in good frames of mind at the moment, a result of breakups with significant others. This perhaps wasn't the best time to break up, but there really never is a good time for a break-up, unless of course Jude Law or Angelina Jolie (or a hot person of your preference) is downstairs in the getaway vehicle waiting for you to finish your business before you drive off into the sunset together. As a result, I have not seen some of those friends since our last out-of-town trip, and if past experience is any indication, I will not hear from them until the New Year, when we will party like it's 2006. Go us.
Christmas is coming, and the most I'm hoping for is some quiet time with the wife and the dog. And maybe the cat, if we can keep the extra kittens out of the picture. Memories of yesterday, when we spent practically all afternoon fast asleep in an air-conditioned room, drive me to madness. There will be time for rest someday. But for now, there is non-work, and in my head I can keep playing Katamari Damacy.