I’m not super into the holidays. I’m not quite a Grinch, I’m not opposed to people having fun holidays. They’re just… somehow not the biggest deal in the world to me.
With that in mind, doesn’t it seem a little odd that the days between Christmas and the first day of the new year seem kind of like null days? Days that aren’t really days. I feel like I’m waiting for 2014, and these days don’t really count.
I’m sitting in my chair feeling like I shouldn’t be writing, that I should just be kicking back and slacking off.
I don’t quite understand why, but that’s how it is.