The Inmates Run the Asylum

All of my gifts have been made and wrapped. I am ready for my Christmases to begin tomorrow.

I received a package in the mail from one_more_cherry. I'm going to be good again this year and not open anything until Christmas Eve.

In preparation for the coming Christmas Gauntlet that always kicks my ass and puts me down for the count, I've been bracing myself by wallowing in my own version of warm-fuzzy happy place stuff, mostly baseball related. The plan is to get so high on feel good stuff that I won't be affected by any travel-related or holiday-induced stressed. Since they're forecasting three to six inches of snow on Christmas Eve starting tomorrow night, the odds are upped on travel troubles.

Speaking of baseball, this matters to no one, but me, but I follow a Marlins player named Logan Morrison (I know I'm a Cubs fan, but LoMo is too funny to resist). So far, he's responded to me good naturedly giving him shit twice. I feel so popular.

Now if only my Cubs would get their butts on Twitter.

This entry was barely coherent.