Ho, Ho ... Humpf ...

Well, good goddamn, it's December. Who let that happen? It's also been over two weeks since I last posted anything. Going by that post and the silence that followed, you would be forgiven if you thought I had been busy, doing all kinds of wonderful things. I haven't, of course; I'm far too lazy - and broke - to do any such thing.

I've been having trouble getting motivated for Christmas. Or caring. The thought of going shopping makes me homicidal. Buying stupid novelty Secret Santa presents for work colleagues is borderline depressive. 


Trying to save money means I've been staying at home as much as possible. It's getting boring and I'm scared I've become a boring person. Don't only boring people get bored? But seriously, what is there to do when you're broke and everyone else is at work? The couch has an imprint roughly the size of my arse.


Next year's timetable means I'm staring down the barrel of my tenth (for realz: tenth) change of address in six years. Instead of getting excited about finally moving out of my parent's house - again - I'm worrying about how the effing hell I'm going to be able to afford it. 


Tomorrow night, I'm going to try and shake it all off with a girl's night out. There will be dancing and there will be some drinking. And I will shake it off, this bah-humbugness. I will, I will, I will. Damn it, I will.