Why did I complain about Christmas?
I should have known.
I should have remembered.
JANUARY.
Going back to work in January feels like....
Okay, I'm going to use my imagination, but I imagine it's like being lobotomised and having the moment the Orbitoclast gets pushed into your eye socket slo-w-ed right down so it lasts and lasts and laaasts....
Eesh.














