The usual advent
The advent of that awful season again, that dread episode of merriment and joy. Being alone at any time is bad enough, but Christmas rubs your face in it. On Christmas Eve I will play in the cathedral for a bunch of people who traditionally do not speak to us and have nothing to do with us then it's home to the four empty walls in the cell I will occupy until the alarm clock awakens me to go back to work in January. What crap.
posted by Weasel @ 12:44 AM
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