Humbug

Merry X-Mas Eve, Everyone.

I'm sitting at my desk, drinking a beer, and slowly realizing that my sister and mother have no intention of calling me when they are done shopping. So much for meeting up with family today.Oh well.

Instead, I'm praying (is that a joke?) that The Bulldog is open so that I can get a beer, wolf down some tater tots, read a book, and wallow in own thoughts. I can be an awfully dangerous thinker when bored. I think it's an inherited trait. Tonight seems like a good time to cook up an unfounded conspiracy. Wish me luck.


Update: Just got the call. Darn. So much for the alone time.