Miracle on some street in Dallas?
Great Caesars ghost I woke up in a good mood this morning, it's as if the Army of Christmas had been secretly gathering its forces and at the last moment launched a massive sneak attack. Maybe it was the three, okay four, glasses of wine last night, maybe it was the massive morning wood, could have been the snow or the crisp, clear, cold weather, perhaps the prospect of half a day at work. I just don't know, but I'm sure it was a little of everything. I thusly sprung from the bed in full mirth, turned on some techno Christmas carols and got my jolly on.
I didn't get up till after seven and having showered last night I was able to get ready with minimal delay. I didn't cook any food for today, I was plotting for a breakfast burrito from the cafeteria, but, alas, they were serving those goddamned omelets…I don't want no stinkin' omelet. So I was good and got my two scrambled eggs and a bowl of yummy grapefruit slices, god I love those. I've even done work, setup a scanner, healed an ailing wireless mouse and I'm still feelin' good.
Fuck happy holidays, Merry Christmas!
