...as in: never mind that I survived Thanksgiving (barely). The drumbeats for this Black Friday garbage have been pounding for a week. If I had any money, I would apparently be forced to go out and push through the throngs to get "special prices" on stuff I probably don't want and wouldn't give anyone as a gift.
Worse, I heard the first scattering of Christmas music on the radio today.
It's just not fair.
Maybe I'm wrong. It was probably "seasonal music" or "winter holiday music." Christ has been effectively banished; wonder when He'll be booted out of Easter, too?
Not my concern right now. I'm nursing the wounds of being alone on a day when being with friends and loved ones is virtually a matter of law, and I'm damned if I would even consider queuing up tomorrow to buy stuff.
And I have not yet begun to prepare my defenses for a Christmas/New Year's period to be experienced under the same conditions in effect today.
I have too much to get through before I can think of that. Hell, the end of December may not even matter.
At the very least, it seems damn near everyone else had a perfectly dandy day today. I like that.
But is it really necessary to start pimping for Santa-Day the second the last slice of pie has been served on Thanksgiving?
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