December, for the past five or six years, has always marked a time of depression for me. It usually sets in over Thanksgiving, and then worsens when the last month starts. This year I had decided that that needed to change, and it was part of the reason that I put the Renaissance project into high gear. I thought that if I was happier with myself going into the season, I’d be able to manage a December without breaking down in tears on random, lonely nights.
Friday night was month-end, which means that I was at work. Everything that could go wrong with my month-end processing went wrong. I worked for hours and hours after midnight, and I remember thinking that this was a fitting beginning to December. Bad Ben.
Saturday, though, after repairing the damage and straightening out everything to be ready for work this week, I went to the Dragon and hung out with my friends, enjoying their company over a board game. Saturday evening, I went to hang out with some new friends, and made even more new friends, and ended up talking with them until the sun came up.
Sunday found me playing Rock Band again, and singing until I was hoarse. (Singing quite well, I might add.)
So who wants to sit on my lap and tell me what they want? Naughty girls only, please.