i'm dreaming of a white...

IPod!

But seriously, I've been thinking of the forthcoming season a lot lately. It's gonna be different this time. Really different.

In my case, the hard part is not the actual day. It's the days before it. And a little on the days after. The ones before it are filled with mixed emotions brought about by pressure.Financial, emotional, physical. For normal people, this not a huge deal.But for crazy, melodramatic fools like moi, it's cranking a notch. I won't delve into the details much coz it might just make me even more depressed.

My plan is to just treat myself to something I wanted for a long time. A material one. I know its a shallow gesture but it's a consolation I conjured up. It might cushion the blow kumbaga.

Cross your fingers. Eat some Ham. Drink some beer. Call Home. Pray for an easier new year...