One thing I noticed about the holidays is that simply put, they suck. My holiday cheer went out with the Christmas tree and is lying in the gutter with a dead mouse.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad, but this year wasn't the delightful treat I've grown accustomed to. No, oh no! This one was full of naughty little nephews running around and generally being bad. I even caught a foot in the crotch. On Theresa's side - well, it started off nice enough, but on Christmas day it didn't end so wonderfully.
But 2008 wasn't so awful. I had another great time in Chicago. The Raven's actually won 9 more games than I thought they could. And I'm still alive, kicking and pouting my way into publishing.
Now we're heading to New Years and the only thing I have goin' for me is five days off. Now this is a wonderful Christmas present. Let's see, what am I going to do with all this time off? Well, I'm sure I won't leave the couch and the remote will be glued to my hands via coagulated Doritos cheese. The lights will stay off and I will become vaguely vampiric, perhaps only to venture above ground late at night for a midnight bite.
I can actually feel my arteries clogging and my joints getting stiffer. Here's to the New Year, and may it bring much better luck and love to all of you. And to my heart...