I am suffering from PCD. Yes, sadly Post-Christmas Depression has caught up with me. Alas, woe is me! But Christmas was fun while it lasted. I got, among other things, a bunch of accessories for my car (seat cover, steering wheel cover, trash container, etc.), five books (including Stephen Hawking’s The Universe In A Nutshell), a Rascal Flatts CD, Call of Duty: United Offensive, $20, gift cards to Target and Barnes & Noble, and a patriotic ribbon pin for my letter jacket. I’m not complaining or anything, but I’m amazed I didn’t get any clothing this year. Normally, someone gives me a shirt or a pair of shorts, but nothing this year, not even a pair of socks. This just means I’ll get extra clothes for my birthday…
Happy 2005! Yeah, yeah, it’s a few days early for that, but when the time comes, I’ll be too drunk, tired, or unconscious to say it. …that probably came across the wrong way. Okay, for future reference, when I say “drunk,” I mean either drunk with power or that I’ve had too much Mountain Dew. Under no circumstances does it mean I’ve been out partying and smuggled a six-pack of Heineken home. And for unconscious, it most likely means that I set off a firecracker that knocked me twenty yards backward into a tree.
WARNING: Those of you with weak value structures should not read the following words because you will think I’m pushing my values on you.
MERRY (belated) CHRISTMAS!!!
And a happy boxing day too.
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