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Okay it's official. I'm going to die. I will miss you all very terribly.

I blame Christmas and Anaheim. Bastards. So I'm working around 65 hours this week. I have no time to Christmas shop (damn my procrastination). Braden is coming down and I will hardly get to see the love of my life. I feel like I don't have time to sit down with my family aaand I've had it about up to here with gift wrapping denim.

Seriously the only thing that got me through this entire day was an irish frap, and bayer asprin. Also, scream therapy into a steering wheel.

I have to put Cynical Christine away for just one minute though. I did have a nice lunch break from Anchorblue. Which consisted of discusting food court goodies. While in Mcdonalds line in search of a McSnaker I had a conversation with Santa Clause. Yup, never saw that one coming in my life. The jolly man happened to be taking his lunch break from down stairs lap-sitting the same time I was taking mine. We had a nice chat about the holidays. He said it was rewarding and asked if anchorblue was busy when he noticed my name tag. He smiled a lot and said his family from Conneticut was coming down when I told him much of mine lived in Oregon. I was glad to find out that even far from childs eyes and ears he still had Christmas spirit. And everytime a kid would walk by in complete awe he would break from our conversation to bend down and tell them to be good. It, in so many damn ways, made me feel like a complete bitch, but really warm and snuzzly inside at the exact same time. Even though I know the man must be some retired electrician or something of the sort, it was kind of like my own personal connection with "Santa." It was funny because the whole time I called him Santa and it didn't phase me. Before he left he handed me a candy cane and told me to have a good day.


He ordered a double-bacon cheesburger with a large pepsi.