Monday, December 16, 2002

"Christmas is coming, something something something, who'll let me stand by their old yule log? If you haven't got a yule log, a lump of coal will do. If you haven't got a lump of coal, God bless you."

We got our Christmas tree tonight. I picked it out. It's sort of ugly, which is the way I like trees, of course. I'm watching Boston Public at the moment. I guess I shouldn't be surprised they're exploiting the priest scandal, considering the other things they exploit, but it does seem particularly crass somehow.

I'm hungry. Wish there was some food here. The smell of tree is a hungry smell.