Well... it's that time of year again, and I should probably write about Christmas, the Holidays, and family. But the fact of the matter is that I'm just not in the mood. You may call me a Scrooge, and to that I say bah humbug. You don't know what it's like being me!
I work all day at a desk while my hands slowly turn into gnarled, arthritic, useless appendages. Meanwhile, my waistline is morphing from chiseled stone to mashed potatoes.