Christmas?
Bah Humbug. I don’t care that it’s cliché. Why do I feel the incessant need to
‘expose’ a cliché? Anytime anyone ever uses one, it needs to be pointed out as
if part of some spy novel and one found the dirty secret the butler had been
hiding.
Well, Christmas
was lack-luster. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I should pinpoint it so
as to avoid expecting it for next year… Perhaps my melancholia is attributed to
the fact that I didn’t watch the Peanuts Christmas Special. More on New Year’s
and the Y2K-Millennium craze later—but one thing is for sure: I’m not buying
bars of fucking gold or building a Panic
Room.