Nothing makes me more peevish and irritable and generally miserable than this poxy time of year.
I particularly loathe the way that pretty much everything is geared towards the expectation that you are having a good time. Well not all of us are - SO FUCK OFF.
This is the first year that I will not be able to drown the week in alcohol so I'll be going to bed (it's the best way of keeping warm anyway) and hopefully sleep for much of it. In a week it's all over and I can get back to more reasonable levels of miserableness without people making imbecile remarks about scrooge etc.
This year I've found myself driving very selfishly on the road because of the way that everybody else seems to be extra courteous and polite. I would just hate anybody to think I am letting them out of a junction because I'm full of seasonal goodwill.
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