Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Jacquie and I went out to grab a few last-minute gifts today. We'll be leaving shortly to go over to her parents' place for a gift exchange with Jacquie's family (that is, her parents, her brother, her cousins, aunts and uncles -- whoever happens to be over; but I hear it's a smaller occasion this year). We won't be staying too long, because then we're heading to my parents' place for dinner. It's Sean's birthday, and I try to never miss his birthday. To me, that's more important than Christmas. My brother and I have been fairly close most of our lives. Hell, we even have a lot of the same friends.
Tomorrow will be utter hell. Breakfast at my parents' house and then dinner at Jacquie's parents' house. We'll be running all over throughout the day. Add in Christmas music, people wishing a merry Christmas to everyone and anyone, insanely happy, annoying people and all the other shit I can barely tolerate on December 25th...and I'll be in a foul mood by the time I go to sleep tomorrow night. ... Fuck, I hate Christmas. If I post to the site tomorrow, it will be nothing but hostility, so I might just wait until Boxing Day. That way I'll at least be cooled off.
Bah humbug.
Tomorrow will be utter hell. Breakfast at my parents' house and then dinner at Jacquie's parents' house. We'll be running all over throughout the day. Add in Christmas music, people wishing a merry Christmas to everyone and anyone, insanely happy, annoying people and all the other shit I can barely tolerate on December 25th...and I'll be in a foul mood by the time I go to sleep tomorrow night. ... Fuck, I hate Christmas. If I post to the site tomorrow, it will be nothing but hostility, so I might just wait until Boxing Day. That way I'll at least be cooled off.
Bah humbug.
// posted by Chris @ 3:57 PM 
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