Somehow I am not at all excited about Christmas. I didn’t get anything for anyone, though I may be giving my brother a new toothbrush. [His is 15 years old. Don’t ask. He likes it, and didn’t use it for like half that time.]

Anyway, I am probably not getting anything, and I am not big on Christmas anyway. Plus, I don’t feel ‘the spirit’ anywhere. For that matter, I don’t think I have since that Christmas I got my Barbie Beach Van; I was 5 or 6. So, that’s about 9 or 10 19 or 20 years ago. [Note the slip. I am getting old.]

On top of that, I am usually depressed this time of year, but this year I am especially so. I usually come home for the holidays, but now I have been here since September 2nd. I usually have a job, but I haven’t had a job since August 27th. I usually have fun, somehow, but it doesn’t look like it this year.  I can’t even go out with my friends, because I just can’t afford it.

Blah! I’ll quit complaining. Otherwise, I’ll have to go find that 10-pager I read the other day, and see if that cheers me up. I would find that to be even more pathetic than usual.

I’m going to bed now.