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:
- My spleen has secreted excess humour – a black bile if you will – that has brought on a bout of melancholia.
- I’m getting fed up with the Christmas experience of staying at my folks.
This leaves me with two possible courses of action:
- 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.
- I could just go hide away from all familial interaction and read this splendid book that Santa brought.
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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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Ah yes, Christmas. The double-edged sword in the pretty wrapping with the nice red bow.
Definitely enjoy the lovely book, Santa is such a dear. I discourage any boring of head, as you need your demons to spin your magic. However, leeches may prove helpful, if unpleasant to watch. Don’t let them go too far, they tend to be quite greedy.
Have nice cup of tea, and all will be right with the world again. Actually, no, but it will feel better.
Stay marvelous,
Penny
Penny,
Tea and splendid book helped and I remain marvelous. Successfully avoided medieval medicines.
Thank you for your kind words.