Bah, Humbug!

I hate the Christmas season. Not only does work get busier for reasons unrelated to the holidays but also we have to take time out of the day for a series of inane parties. On top of that, half the people I know have December birthdays. Why so many people be fuckin' in March? There's so much gift shopping stress. And hence, I go back into debt every December, just when I'm about to get ahead.

Then I have to walk home, thinking about all this, amid the blaring horns of those who are probably even more stressed out than I am. Tonight, in particular, was bad. The traffic was bad, the tempers were bad. There's nothing jolly going on. It all sucks. And I have no time to blog.

It's the antithesis of everything that Hollywood tells us Christmas should be.