So many things I wanted to do, so little time… darn you, Mayas!
On the bright side: I don’t have to listen to all those Christmas songs anymore. Wherever I go, whatever station I tune in, those songs haunt me like a curse. They make me puke. Not that I don’t like Christmas – I love it – but many of these songs are as tasteful as whipped cream on smoked eel, pepper on strawberries, or a cup of coffee loaded with salt.
Wishing you all a great end of the world!