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December 12th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Ho ho oh bother

The holidays overwhelm me. Crowds, consumption, consternation. Out of my way, dammit.

Added to that is some sort of cold and cough thing making things even less pleasant. Either the sleep deprivation has finally caught up with me, or I’ve been ‘thraxed. Cough. Cough. Cough.

Being trapped out in the middle of God-forsaken New Jersey instead of my beloved metropolis doesn’t help. It is well-neigh impossible to nip out to pick up a gift or two from this corporate fortress of solitude. By the time my commute-drain body finishes the Hudson crossing, I no longer have the spine to face the hordes.

I know it’s only going to get worse. Did I mention I procrastinate? Amazon gift-certificates for everyone on my list this year. Even if they don’t have a computer to get to Amazon, that’s what they are getting. Tough. Get with the times, people. I’m too busy for this personalized shopping nonsense.

I received my first Christmas card from a dear family member who is more decent, thoughtful and organized than I. Did I send any cards? Do I ever? Grown ups and do-gooders send Christmas cards. Thugs-gone-wrong, like myself, can’t pull that off. People send us cards anyway, as a form of charitable social service, even knowing we won’t reciprocate. Then they get to cluck-cluck rather righteously among themselves, mocking those of us who can’t get our card-dispatching acts together. As they should, really.

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