Santa Claus is real. It's the good children that are the myth.

I'm sitting at Anna's place of employment, drinking a peppermint hot chocolate, and writing this.
I said I wouldn't be bothered if the Broncos lost to the Patriots.  I'm not really.  But I am bothered by the way they lost. 
Yesterday, my company fed us lunch at BW3s.  I went with boneless wings instead of traditional because it was boneless Thursdays, and I didn't want to be too expensive.  I always get the same three sauces: spicy garlic, Asian zing, and Caribbean jerk.  This time, I happened to actually open the menu and saw that they were offering a couple limited time sauce flavors.  So I swapped Thai Curry for Caribbean Jerk.  It was decent, but I guess I just am not a big fan of curry flavored hot wings.  Next time I will stick with the jerk.  I will also stick with the traditional wings.  The company was paying.  Why should I have let boneless Thursday's affect me?
I hope desperately that the Broncos win tomorrow.
Buying a house is stressful.
When I grow up, I want to be a lesbian.
I bought Anna's Christmas gifts yesterday.  I hope she likes them.
I'm sick.
Tuesday night/Wednesday morning was supposed to be my last day at work before Christmas, but then I found out just before I left that I would need to be back in 12 hours for another full night of work.  Ok, that sucked, but I could live with it.  Then a half hour after I left, I found out that the guy working first shift could only stay eight of the twelve hours first shift was supposed to be working.  I was kept awake from another two hours by text messages discussing whether or not I needed to be back to cover the rest of first shift.  It didn't seem likely.  So I went to sleep expecting to get up in five hours to go back to work for twelve more.  But then I got a phone call two hours later from someone trying to sell me a vacation.  And when I hung up on them I realized I felt like crap.  The quantity of snot in my head would not permit me to go back to sleep right away so I read for a little bit.  Just as I was feeling ready to nod off again, I got another phone call.  This one confirmed that I would have to go back in early because there was no one else to cover.  I finally gave up on sleeping.  Then when I showed up at work, all the first shift people were leaving.  They only worked eight hours.  And no one thought to tell me.  And I still had to be there in four hours anyway.  So I screwed around for four hours and then worked.  All of this on two hours of sleep.
I'm thirsty.  Hot chocolate makes me thirsty.
If there is ever a reason to not want to have kids, it's Christmas.  I have a hard enough time finding presents for Anna.  How could I stand finding presents for little brats?
Why do I hate Christmas? I think there are two main reasons: 1) I never know what I want for Christmas and never get it 2) People are always jerks.
I've been mildly surprised at how uncrowded the stores have been so far this year.  Maybe I'm just going at the right times, but I guess I just expect to be shanked everywhere I got, and it clearly hasn't happened yet.

Currently rocking:

Band: Tourniquet
Album: Crawl to China
Genre: Thrash/progressive metal

It's the most horrible time of the year

The kids will be performing their church Christmas program in four hours.  I hope nobody dies.
Yes, we're buying a house.  We were going too wait until we actually closed on it to announce it to everyone, but Anna got really excited after taking pictures of the house with it marked "under contract."
Anna is ready to murder certain children for their inability to show up to all the practices for the program.  I don't blame her.  It makes it hard.
I need to murder one of Anna's coworkers.  Anyone want to help?
We had two girls especially who didn't show up to many of the program practices.  One of the girls hadn't been coming to church at all in the months before we started this so we hadn't given her any lines.  When she showed up, we split the other girls lines between them.  But they have hardly ever been at the same practice together and they don't know what they are supposed to say, so we are making them Siamese twins.  They can say all their lines together.
My job site closes for Christmas on Thursday and doesn't reopen until after the New Year.  But my company will be putting me to work somewhere else for the rest of this week and the majority of next week.  This is fine.  Any money I can make toward our house is a good thing, but what is not fine is that I will be going from an 11-7 shift from Tuesday night to Wednesday morning and then I'll have to be at work at 7:30 Thursday morning.
I think this Patriots/Broncos game will be closer than most people think, but I won't be too fazed if the Broncos lose.  I'll just feel a lot better if the Raiders and Chargers lose today.
I wish there was less focus on Tebow.  It just makes me feel like something awful is coming.
I never indent the start of my paragraphs anymore.  I'm a bad person.
Did I write that Anna and I went and saw Happy Feet II with one of her coworkers?  Anna liked it.  I liked the krill.  I thought the rest of it was just ok. 
Riding side-saddle must have been hard on women's backs.
I'm just excited for the Christmas program to be over.  I hate this time of year.
I need to come up with something else for Anna for Christmas.  I already got her a Keurig coffee maker, but she knows about it.  I need to find her something that she can unwrap on Christmas morning.
My supervisor gave me a Mexican lollipop.  According to the wrapper, it is strawberry flavored.  I wouldn't know because it's coated in chilli.  I like hot stuff.  That's fine.  But it's the worst tasting chilli I've ever put in my mouth.

Now cranking:

Band: Maylene & the Sons of Disaster
Album: IV
Genre: Southern Metal

Yes.
Maybe.
My ankle makes terrible crunching sounds.
Something roughed up Lucy this week.  If I were to guess, I'd say a coyote got hold of her, and Hank came along before he got to finish his meal.  She didn't get out of bed for three days. 
Poopface is extra smelly today.
Anna has to close tonight.  I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself today.
I don't really have anything to say.
I might fix myself some food.
Someday, I'll be interesting.
That's it.  I give up.  I have nothing to say.

Rocking:
Nothing