Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Holidays rhymes with malaise, kind of.


I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.
David O. Selznick

And so here we go again. Falling helplessly, almost as if in a never-ending nightmare head first, into THE HOLIDAYS.
Even the Christmas Cactus blooms early, thinking, I am sure, that to do so will hasten the passing of the days until this is all blessedly over.

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