December 14, 2002
I guess I'm a villain. I'm a Scrooge, a Grinch. I skipped the office Christmas party to go try and finish up the compulsory holiday shopping. I screamed at the stamp machine in the post office for not taking my money, "Fucking Christmas! I hate this stupid holiday!" I was getting ready to kick it when I noticed sixty pairs of eyes watching me, sixty bright happy faces, sixty people waiting patiently in line to mail their boxes of crap that will be exclaimed over for five minutes and then sentenced to eternity in a closet, or re-gifted. Bah, humbug.