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The Winter Solstice has come and gone. Yippee! That means celebrating the birth of the Sun and the lengthening of days. Time to get nekkid and dance under the stars.

Yeah, right. It’s too damned cold for that shit and I really don’t want to scare the squirrels to death.

We went to dinner last night to celebrate the Solstice. Of course, TheMan refused to acknowledge that we were doing anything other than going to dinner, but that’s ok. He’ll come out of his denial eventually. *snort*

Other Sis and The Mother are back on speaking terms. I didn’t mention their fight before because, well, ho-hum. It’s getting to be old hat listening to that particular drama. I’ve got my own issues to worry about and I really don’t want to get involved in that crap. Other Sis said she wants The Mother to move out, but she doesn’t know where she can go. Not my problem, I’m afraid. That sounds really, really cold, but I offered way back when and she declined, so I’m not offering again. Plus, remember when I was walking that two miles to work in -2°F weather (complete with icy sidewalks) and you drove right past me and waved? Remember that you thought I needed to learn some kind of lesson then and you weren’t responsible for me? Yeah, well, I remember that. That was fucking cold.

I’m registered for classes again. I’ll be taking one class via the web. And I managed to avoid the professor I had for my Web Tech and Personal Productivity Software courses. By the gods, but that man sucks donkey ass. I’ve heard that the professor I have for Visual Basic is along those same lines, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed. It’s hard for me to imagine a worse teacher than the one I had. The guy wouldn’t even acknowledge obvious typos in the code from the book. Hello! There are supposed to be quotation marks around that shit, dude. Here, look! I made the code miraculously function. Who woulda thunk it? Gah. And I paid for that class. Anyway, I won’t have him this semester and that flippin’ ROCKS!

I won’t do any blog surfing for the next couple of days. I’ve got to get presents under the tree and all that jazz. Don’t forget, all ye naysayers, fabulously decorated trees aren’t original to the Christian holiday. So, I’m allowed to have one. Also, presents aren’t original to Christianity, so I can partake in that, too. Mwahahahaha!!! Oh, damn, where is the war on Christmas when you need it? Boy, that always gives me a few laughs deep in my belly. Looks like I missed it this year. Crap! Anyway, Lil’ Miss is going to squeal and dance for sure this year. I can’t wait. And Lil’lady, well, she gets her dancing pony and that’s all she’ll care about. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about anyway? Making the kids squeal with delight? That’s what I was told anyway.

_{This mishmash of Jinxified thoughts brought to you through mega-dose pain killers and an unnatural desire to blog, blog, blog. WTF? Also where I forget a title and how to close tags. What?}

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