So, I was going to post something pithy, but no-one reads that. Suffice it to say there are times I feel like a sad sack of shit for indeterminate reasons, but that's done now and don't ask.
--Karma is a beautiful, glorious bitch. Thanks for proving I'm indeed "stronger, smarter, and better than most fuckers out there."
--Fuck y'all, I'm celebrating full-throttle
Festivus next year.
Please understand: I thank all of you for your gifts, and I'm indeed grateful for them because those gifts and thus thoughts are from you. I suppose after 28 years, a healthy lack of faith, and a hatred of commercialism I want future honest celebrations that don't involve ugly clothing pulled out once a year to go along with the ugly attitudes featured year-round.
Friends, help remind me next year that I'd prefer to do something together involving good food, good spirits (both sorts), and a general toast to good people. Bring all your deities and we'll learn a little like God intended.