Party People

My body hurts. I'm really getting too old to frolic around like those 20 year olds in my dance class. But other than that, I guess things are ok. I was really down this morning, but somewhere during the day it got better. Maybe it was the chocolates. Or the painting. Or the happy greetings.

Being around happy people makes it a lot easier to be happy. It is amazing how it works like that.

I'm hoping my dad will win Powerball; then I'll get that beach house I've been nagging him for. Just in time for winter.

I have to work early in the morning. Yes, early. But it's sort of a favor, so hopefully they'll remember that when I need certain days off. Which won't be Christams Eve or New Year's Eve, since some jackass is having parties then. Way to go, holiday jerks. I took this job so I could have holidays off, and now you've gone and ruined it. So when I'm not in a good mood, don't be surprised. You've ruined my holiday by making me serve you when I could be at home with MY family. So fuck you, party people.