It's hard to imagine anything more distressing to me than the way Christmas catches me out every single year...it's as if I don't remember it's coming or something and then all of a sudden, mid-December, when I am in the throes of a blue-funk, I find myself thinking - oh God - it's less than two weeks 'til Christmas...and I don't want to do it...again. Yeah. Well - that's about all I have to say and I'm not even sure why I'm saying it. Better sign off before I put down anything any more ridiculous.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
With Christmas Bearing Down Once Again
It's hard to imagine anything more distressing to me than the way Christmas catches me out every single year...it's as if I don't remember it's coming or something and then all of a sudden, mid-December, when I am in the throes of a blue-funk, I find myself thinking - oh God - it's less than two weeks 'til Christmas...and I don't want to do it...again. Yeah. Well - that's about all I have to say and I'm not even sure why I'm saying it. Better sign off before I put down anything any more ridiculous.
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