Work is going sooooo friggin bad.

And my parents are more fucked up than ever.

I hate Christmas.

I'm done with Doctor Look Good. No blow out or anything. Just not what I need right now.

A girl I worked with at the bar husband died last week in a car accident. He was 25. I was in Chicago and couldn't go to the funeral. I had tremendous fondeness for him. When we would all go out he and I would chat up a storm. I felt they were the cutiest couple in the world. Married young but were doing good. Ah... my heart aches for her.

I'm off to do my last minute christmas shopping. I can't figure out what to get TDW. He is so hard to shop for. Damn it.

I hate christmas.