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