Turnips Pumpkins and Effin no holiday spirit, so sue me..not!

Reasons to not float around in the pond of gloom

-its grey, and that is NOT a flattering shade.
-everything feels twice as heavy...arms ...legs... the sofa you gotta lug around the house. Everything.
-the world becomes a mixture of senseless TV watching and cramming any kind of edible item into the mouth.. sandwiches, purple funflips, carrots, papaya. Anything.
-the books become impossible to focus on and even the appearance of the datesheet leads only to a mild panic attack. Not-a-good-sign.
-All the miracles of efficient management and old computer replacement with fab new one go by unappreciated. Ungrateful brattiness surfaces. Ugh.
-Words signifyin 'blah-ness' become part of the good-morning routine. A frown, snort, dissatisfied shrug... you name it and each gesture is more blah-bleh-bloo than the next. major Downer.
-Perfume, soup, books, people, writing randomly... nothing seems to matter....
-Christmas feels like a farce and Dario Fo (sob).. even Dario Fo fails!!!...Dario Fo!!!!!!!!!!!
-XYZ number of missed calls and endless texts do nothing except give more exercise to the annoyed eyebrows and numb fingers.
-All interest has been lost and a dull ache remains.

Life su*ks this time of year.
That is it, i'm going off funflips. Total ban.
Need water. Maybe more fruits. God, i hate all this.

Spice-less-ly yours.
Growl...