Once again I have to endure a lonely, miserable Holiday Season. I somehow survived last week's Apocalypse, sure it was my final day on earth and actually pretty excited to contemplate that. At least I wouldn't be around to feel miserable any more! But noooo- yet another false alarm and all the doom-sayers once again proven wrong. (Not that I'm a doomsayer myself, I'm convinced the world could end violently at any minute, but I'm terrible at predicting anything).

Doom.


This Holiday was a total bust.
We had an snowstorm which left the ground very pretty except it pretty much buried everything I needed to get to. Like my car. Which wouldn't start anyway.

I didn't make it home to my family for the weekend either, but that's probably not a bad thing as a house full of inter-related Drama Llamas can only remain peaceful for a maximum of 6 hours. The the fecal material starts to hit the air impeller, as it were, and feelings start getting butt-hurt on all sides.

So I stayed home and frittered away the weekend cleaning up piles of laundry, unwashed dishes and clumps of uneaten hay. No one came over with gifts of goodies, joyous caroling, tasty food morsels and high-power eggnog. No one sent me a Christmas card wishing me cheer, holiday greetings or even a Happy New Year. I did get one beautifully decorated card addressed to "Occupant, or current Occupant" which I guess could describe me since I technically live here, but when I tore the fancy envelope open excitedly all it contained was an invitation to a used car sale!

I've never had a 'happy' New Year. The best one I can remember was 'mildly intolerable'.

*glumps*

I hope you all have a better Holiday than I seem to have had.

Joyous Christnukwaanzukah or whatever it is that people say to each other any more at this time of year.

Meh.