Pray For Me. . .

Tomorrow, the mall opens at 6 AM.  That means I’ll be up at 4 to be in the store by 5.  Black Friday isn’t the asylum it used to be, but it’s still the opening bell in the mad rush to Christmas.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the Christmas season?  All I want for Christmas is a new book deal (and an Xbox 360). Wonder which gift I have a better chance of finding under the tree.

I’ll be happy again in January.  Count on it.  Till then, light those candles.

But Then Again, You’ll Have This. . .

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Anonymous said…
The 360 is friggn' awesome.


JBurks
Friday, November 25, 2005 at 1:02:00 PM EST
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