I guess I'm trying to self medicate with chocolate coming into another week of work and this freakin holiday season. My trip for work this week got canceled. I'm pissed. Now I have to deal with the same shit all week again.
Decorating for this frickin holiday is almost going to be canceled if I don't get some help from the other person that lives in this house. I'm flyin around the house like a mad woman cleaning up the normal shit and he just layed there on the couch and turned up his movie. Ya think he would have gotten the hint when shit went flying, cupboards were slammed, and seeing me run up and down the hallway in front of him. The tree is still in the box. The decorations are still in the basement. The only thing related to Christmas that adorns my house are the Christmas plates on display that have been up since last Christmas.
I should almost find the receipt from the tree and take it back. Cancel Christmas at my house. And just sit around with my bottle of wine and call it a year.
Bah hum bug.