Holiday shmoliday

The holiday season has smashed down upon NYC with a fury. I feel like I've got holiday related events scheduled every damn day until Christmas. The day before Thanksgiving, the whole city transformed into the fucking north pole. In one night!
Lights everywhere, stupid music, red and green. The Jews must get so annoyed by that shit. Ugh!
I have SO MUCH shopping to do and absolutely no inspiration (or money). I'm not sure where this scroogishness is coming from, but damn, I just wish it was still July.

Some things on my mind:

What makes you drink Jim Beam in your underwear at 1pm on a Wednesday afternoon? How can you not know?

Why, in the middle of kissing, do we discuss existential angst and atheism, and am I asked to summarize the complete philosophy of Kierkegaard?

Again with the hot librarian thing.

Why does it already feel stranger to be sleeping alone than with him?
Something upped the comfort level many notches. I don't what it was, but it feels really good.

Tonight will be interesting. It's been a long time. I hope I don't get sad.