Stare Into Space

The Day After Christmas

Posted on | December 26, 2009 | 2 Comments

It is the day after Christmas and I’m in a bit of a weird mood. I suspect one of two things:

  1. My spleen has secreted excess humour – a black bile if you will – that has brought on a bout of melancholia.
  2. I’m getting fed up with the Christmas experience of staying at my folks.

This leaves me with two possible courses of action:

  1. It’s quite probable that a course of leeches and blood-letting will clear up the issue. Failing that, drilling a hole in my skull should allow a means of egress for any demons therein.
  2. I could just go hide away from all familial interaction and read this splendid book that Santa brought.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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