I suppose that I’m the only freak who is succumbing to the solitudinous effects of Christmas after the fact, which is a first. No longer am I obsessed (with anything but depression). No longer am I distracted.
Now, I’m fucked.
(Truth be told, I could’ve posted this in one of the more popular threads, but ironically I get more attention in this lighthearted thread than in the somber, humorless threads. Why is that?)