Sorry, internets, I've been an asshole blogger.

Posting on Monday?** Who does that? Certainly not any cool people...

I have a serious case of holiday induced I-don't-feel-like-doing-shit-itis. Actually, I do feel like doing something. Namely, sitting on my couch, reading Breaking Dawn and sipping on some dark hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps. Unfortunately, that is not a paying gig and if I want to continue to heat the house and keep dog food in Ernie and Dex's bowls, I'm going to have to do some actual work around here.*

This morning I got stuck behind a school bus. Crappy, I know, but it was made even more crappy because not one but two creepy kids stared at me the entire time. We're talking 5 miles with at least 7 stop lights. At first I pretended I didn't see them, but I kept making accidental eye contact when I'd check to see if they were still looking at me. Then I pretended to be singing along to the radio, but my car stereo was stolen and I haven't replaced it yet. I haven't been able to get Britney Spears out of my head since this weekend, and I felt a little weird mouthing "wo-man-izer wo-man wo-man-izer you're a wo-man-izer" to elementary school kids. At the next stoplight I pretended to be engrossed in the Christmas card my friend Julie had sent me.

Oh, Julie, how nice of you to include Hemo in the card, even though Hemo is a bitch and doesn't celebrate Christmas or any other holiday other than Breakfast and Dinner.

Even though the card was glittery, it wasn't enough to hold my attention for much more than 20 seconds at a time.

Why am I so desperate to put on a show for these kids? Jeez, shouldn't they be picking their noses and wiping boogers on each other? Speaking of picking noses...

*slaps hand away from nose*

No, Sarah, don't set a bad example.

Oh, Swiss Miss and peppermint schnapps, knowing you are waiting for me at the end of the day is hopefully enough to keep me from pulling a George Costanza and napping under my desk for most of today...
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*Not here here, because unfortunately blogging is not a paying gig. It is cheaper than therapy and it makes me sound busy at work, though.
**Proofreading? The cool kids aren't doing this, either, are they? I mean, I know this one isn't.