I was about 40 minutes late, but I did have my little year-end
ceremony séance tonight. It took place in my garage, because standing outside in that damn wind would have been suicide.
This year, I wasn't nearly as eloquent as I've been in the past. This year, it was too fucking cold, and I was too fucking pissed.
So I basically griped for eight minutes or so before I finally got to the good stuff. The relevant stuff. And, by then, my adrenaline was flowing too strongly for me to speak coherently. So I quit.
Oh, well. Maybe next year.