Increasing Signs of Distress Upon a Soul
Does anyone else feel like the holidays are bearing down upon them at a breakneck speed and that you have too much to do and too little damn time to do it, even though you have time enough to write a blog post about it? Me too. It's the fucking what, seventeenth and I'm not sure I have everything done I need to have done and Santa Chud is looking at me for clothes and eyes and teeth and there are presents that are sitting unwrapped in a bag on the floor. I need more time, I keep thinking to myself, but then I find myself out of control and I can't make use of the time I have. I'll be happy to have Christmas Day arrive and be up looking at my daughter smile at me even though her diaper is wet and it's six in the morning. Then I'll be able to relax at the finish line. Keep me in your heart for awhile.