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Feeling scroogish
Dec. 16th, 2004 05:59 pmI hate this time of year. I do really. Everyone is talking about how wonderful and lovely it is, peace on earth good will to all and I'm thinking what the hell are they thinking?! My entire staff at the Inn, my wife and myself are run raggeded. I refuse to start holiday stuff before December. Unless Hannuka falls in the end of November, then I'll put up some Hannuka decorations. But only once December starts will I break out the holiday decorations. I will procrastinate on this as long as possible. This year I managed until the beginning of this week.
This didn't stop the early comers. Currently the ghosts of Christmas, Hannuka, Kwanza and several other winter holidays of Past, Present and Future are having their merry dingalong way in my resteraunt. And since being a ghost and getting drunk isn't against the rules I can't kick them out. And Dumbledore managed to convince Peeves to stop by for a few days...
And then there's the Christmas carols that play non stop for days up until the "happy" event.
Personally I'd like to lock myself up in a room somewhere and not come out until January third.
To make matters worse Lorac has returned from what ever rock he had crawled under. I spent today avoiding him. He has a "me" radar and is extremely good at finding me. I could feel him all day today. His desires for me. Making me want to go to him and have sex like hormonal teenagers. Geh. And cold water isn't helping at all. Or ice.
This didn't stop the early comers. Currently the ghosts of Christmas, Hannuka, Kwanza and several other winter holidays of Past, Present and Future are having their merry dingalong way in my resteraunt. And since being a ghost and getting drunk isn't against the rules I can't kick them out. And Dumbledore managed to convince Peeves to stop by for a few days...
And then there's the Christmas carols that play non stop for days up until the "happy" event.
Personally I'd like to lock myself up in a room somewhere and not come out until January third.
To make matters worse Lorac has returned from what ever rock he had crawled under. I spent today avoiding him. He has a "me" radar and is extremely good at finding me. I could feel him all day today. His desires for me. Making me want to go to him and have sex like hormonal teenagers. Geh. And cold water isn't helping at all. Or ice.
