I will not be boiled with my own pudding.

This time of year, more than any other, makes me miss aspects of my old life. There was a form to this part of the year that was something I valued greatly. I haven't put the pieces for this back together yet and I don't have the wherwithal this year. The plan I had involves much maintainence of neutral facial expressions and biting of tongues and I didn't succeed last year. I very much doubt I'd do any better this year.

A resounding bah humbug to the whole exercise. There has to be someone out there who's not playing Christmas tomorrow. If there isn't then I'll amuse myself or at least do my best to be comfortable.