I have never been a big fan of moodiness, in any form. Letting humor, in the old fashioned sense,
dominate behaviors seems awfully self
absorbed. Then there is the melancholy of
the season, and more importantly how others expect you to behave.
Merry Christmas everybody…got lots of invitations from friends with the best of intentions, and Zeke
is getting rubber chicken at midnight.
Melancholy my ass.
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