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Got to go to work soon. I don't want to, I mean even more than usual. It will be the last mad rush of psycho Christmas shoppers. I find myself identifying more and more with a pre-reformed Ebenezer Scrooge, but I suppose if that were completely true I wouldn't dread going to work. But at least the loathing and disapproval of the holiday season still applies. Strangely enough most of my friends have been commenting on how I've been so nice and generous lately, so I guess once again I'm full of contradictions.
Not to say there is anything wrong with being nice and generous, I just can't stand the hypocrisy of seasonally convenient charity. So in conclusion "Bah Humbug".