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22 December, 2005
it doesn't show signs of stopping....

as this is shaping up to be The Most Abyssmal Christmas Holiday In The World, Ever, i'm still looking out for positive signs wherever i can find them. i make this most negative claim, even after i made my first real attempt at decorating in deference to the season--impaling the only "ornament" that was left in the attic on the front door, a rustic looking wreath that was hidden in a ratty Mall-Wart bag (unless you count propping up cards from friends on the bookcase, and hauling up the Norfolk Island Pine out of the basement, as "decorating").

the most pleasing manifestation, to date: the almost complete desertion of the highway on my way home from work, last night. since my route is part of one of the major filaments of the WashingtonDCMetro spider web, this is saying something. any other Thursday, at two AM, i'm faced with a row of headlights mimicking a string of eye-piercing pearls, and am weaving through a maze of Peterbilts, minivans, and PoseurMobiles. i don't know whether everyone had slagged off work, already, some unheard disaster had occured, or the entire population of the Mid-Atlantic had simply plummetted, exhausted, into bed after a day of pillage and plunder at the nubile convent of Consumerism. whatever the reason, it was most welcome to monitor-ravaged eyes.

earlier in the day, it was worst-case scenario. the Holidays at their worst: sitting at stoplights for four cycles before using second gear. wedged into a sea of cars, like a lone peasant disguised in the Visigoth horde (and since i had to know exactly what a Visigoth was, and from whence they originated, i can now say that they truly suck)... just like earlier, attempting to navigate through any store i had necessity to enter.

most of my bitching is my own fault, of course... particularly, picking at every snack a co-worker brought to work. my belly was so distended from overeating anything imaginable, i was fearing that once the time came to eliminate it all, i was going to participate in a perversion of the Jack-and-the-beanstalk story with an unholy deposit in the septic tank.

if you've read this far, please know that i am as appalled as you are at the content of this entry.

i think i'm setting myself up for a truly disturbing real-life ChristmasCarol ghost story.

tomorrow, a deserted studio. additional reminders from the Limey about how i'm losing my radio "identity" by sharing my show with others. and lots of "quiet time".

if i can get through this, i can get through anything.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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