Lets see, I got to cook dinner for everyone, I got the stomach flu(afterwords, not from my cooking), and that's it. If I had my way I would've gotten a bottle of whiskey and waited until christmas was over in the bredroom reading and watching movies.

Christmas is for the material oriented members of our comercial society(almost everyone), with only a cursory religious significance for all but a few people, mostly who don't even realize that they're celebrating the birth of their savior with pagan traditions, and it makes me want to blow chunks all over santa and his reindeer. especially rudolph.

I guess I could've summed all that up with "bah humbug!" Oh well, there's always new year's.