longpastbedtime

Well, I get to head back to my dad's place for the holiday season soon. Between the strain on my money and the strain on my sanity that being around my extended family involves, I'm half-tempted to just shut off my phone and lock myself in my room, hours away from my kin. Don't get me wrong, they can be nice, but they also tend to be petty, arrogant and even a little zenophobic. I never have fit in there all too well, but that's okay. It's only twice a year, and it's not like I can choose who my family is. But man, I can't even drink there, since I have some cousins there who really look up to me, and I don't want them picking up my bad habits. Plus, I'm a living playground to them, and getting loaded isn't going to help that any.

It's 9 AM here. I need a beer.

Edited to include, my bitching aside, I wish anyone reading this a happy holiday season. I hope you have some good times, give and get some good gifts, drink a bunch of eggnog (if that's your thing) and generally enjoy life.