And keeping with the anti-holiday spirit...
Another stupid goddamn Christmas, for which I give unto thee, bad
presents and effectiveness of hours of leg pains. Stupid stupid me,
Shirley and all reclining sorts. I can't lean my head back. I can't get
a drink. I want to drink to drunk. Mr. Boofoo. If she was mad or sad or
hurting but no the damn intermittent screams so you cannot just forget.
Obviously a shitty child.