He’s Making Violent Love To Me, Mother

(My favorite line from “It’s A Wonderful Life).

I prefer Coke. Pepsi is too sweet. But Pepsi has a cooler name. And actually, I like root beer best. It’s so American. I mean, I’ve had a few international pen pals over the years and not one of them knew what root beer tasted like. My guilty pleasure white trash cocktail is rum & root beer.

Today I feel good. I was tired and fuzzy-headed all day yesterday, maybe still on the verge of getting ill, but today is good. Today at work is going by faster.

I’m bummed that my friends have largely bailed out on me for coming over the evening of Christmas Eve. I know it’s the holidays and people have their priorities. But blargh. What the hell am I supposed to do with the gallon of cider in the fridge?

Alright, Christmas Spirit. I know. I know. I need an infusion of Elvis Christmas music.

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