I Hate Christmas

I went Christmas shopping last night. It was awful. In one ten minute lineup, I was sandwiched between two ladies who kept up a lively and loud conversation around me, and invaded my personal space.

Then, I went to Costco. Oh my dear God.

When I was done, I got a 15" pizza with extra cheese from Pizza Delight and ate it in front of the tree. It helped bring back my Christmas spirit.

I Hate Blogger

Yesterday, Peter somehow managed to sign in with my password and comment. However, I still can't get it to work. What the hell?