Dunno ’bout you, but The High Command here at The
United Provinces of Ivanlandia doesn’t like Xmas, or any of the rest of the
Holiday Season.
Too many crappy things happen.
It’s a time that feels more haunted and forlorn than
Halloween.
This year, we got the Secret Police to cancel the High
Command’s visit to the Royal Palace, but the Brain in a Jar had a meltdown and dinner
feels like lead in your guts and everything sucks and it seems like all your
efforts are for naught.
I cannot wait till it’s over, that’s all.