Ah, Monday, How I hate thee...

Well, only kinda. It's not that bad.
I'm trying to get used to the burning throat sensation. I'm not succeeding amazingly, but it's better than nothing.

Weasel Central is being the usual. So that's nothing new. And my revenge today? I look like I just rolled outta bed. It's great. I couldn't even be bothered to tuck in my shirt. One better, I forgot my belt. I'm better than a homeless guy on too much hooch. Yee haw. Boobies. Uh, I have no idea where that came from (actually, I do...Zoe, that was so for you).

I thought one of my friends was trying to avoid me after I called her with my cruddo news. The gal told me to talk to her and work it out. So I did. Turns out that I'm just a tad bit sensitive this week. Let's hear it for hormones!!! Guh. I like feeling like an emotional water buffalo. Makes me feel sexxxy.

I have to finish my Christmas shopping this week. Must. Finish. Can't go on anymore. The crowds. The music. The sales people. It's really too much for me. I'll be happy when we're done with all this "Christmas Cheer". Especially since I've decided that my version of Christmas Cheer will be a well placed punch to the throat for those who tick me off. Better than a fruit cake anyday, doncha think?