i can bore a hole in my head to let the sap run out?
my mother gave us guilt and a cold to take back after Thanksgiving. Just what we wanted. And so the season begins...
Anyone have room for a stray at giftmas? i don't eat much...just want to hide somewhere quiet - a shed would work, or under a rock.
the trouble with the holidaze is that school is over, and with it go my excuses...although i do have a book to work on and surgery planned...and the usual hell of the day job.
as is, though, there's entirely too much time with the family, and possibly not enough vodka in the western hemisphere to make it bearable.
at least i have mr. dread. this should make 3 christmases without seeing me a weeping drunk upstairs. now i'm a belligerent drunk.