I have a mammogram on Friday, a neurologist appointment on the 22nd for a weird brain MRI (who woulda guessed?), after which I'll spend a 11 hours driving to and several hundred dollars of gas to and from visiting a friend because I'm expected to. That comes after the $100 worth of oil change, inspection and minor shit for my car and the forthcoming exhaust repair and rear strut replacement, AND being e-mail shunned by friends. I'm thinking that once I get the bill for the car, I might just have a major coronary event, facilitating the effing off and dying part. I also think I might be a little bit depressed... just a little.   

This is just me bitching and whining. I'll get over it. Thanks for reading. (Is it time for the "The Holidays Suck" thread yet?)