And so I'm offering this simple phrase...
Oh, orange chair of life-sucking doom, why must you be so comfortable and conveniently placed in front of the heater? Don't you know I have a million, gazillion things to get done in other parts of the flat? Like the Land of Spare Oom, where some holiday elf snuck in and exploded a Christmas bomb all over the place. I'm going to be plucking curling ribbon and other indicators of 'holiday cheer' out of the art supplies for *months*, I can tell. It will be June and surprise!tinsel will surface in the clay bin. *sighs*
And there are actual chores to conquer. Like scrubbing salt off the stupid floor and laundry.
Ugh.
Flist, please send any spare motivation you have lying around.
Barring that, please send minions.
~~~
In other news, Christmas music is a deeply odd genre. A lot of it is either dementedly cheerful or flat out depressed. O_o Have a manic-depressive holiday? Or perhaps this is an aural charting of the emotional highs and lows of a month-long cookie binge?
Weird.
I'm also despising "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
Kind of a lot.
Even when Bing sings it.
But Johnny Cash singing 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer' is deeply awesome. :D
And there are actual chores to conquer. Like scrubbing salt off the stupid floor and laundry.
Ugh.
Flist, please send any spare motivation you have lying around.
Barring that, please send minions.
~~~
In other news, Christmas music is a deeply odd genre. A lot of it is either dementedly cheerful or flat out depressed. O_o Have a manic-depressive holiday? Or perhaps this is an aural charting of the emotional highs and lows of a month-long cookie binge?
Weird.
I'm also despising "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
Kind of a lot.
Even when Bing sings it.
But Johnny Cash singing 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer' is deeply awesome. :D