For the "what does it feel like" question, I went with the standard-issue, "It's like when it's someone else's birthday. They're celebrating and having fun, and you can celebrate for them if you want, but it's not like you feel left out, because you've got your own birthday some other time." Which is pretty much verbatim what the rabbi told us when I was a little kid, about how we were supposed to feel on Christmas. I wasn't really in the mood to think out a real answer.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Am fine (mostly), but am in ER. Am bored. Pronouns taken in lieu of copay. I had a fall and even though I did not hit my head, I lost consciousness for about 15 to 30 seconds. Poor Joe.
Aimee! God. Take care.
umm...no more falling. I hope it stays very boring.
Eek Aims! no injuries~ma coming your way.
Not cool, Aims. Get taken care of, lots of ~ma to you.
::sends bubblewrap to Aims::
You gonna be okay, Empress?
I just realized I'm going to have to be a dick to people on Christmas. Thursday night is inventory night and I know the usual Thursday manager has not been making the inventory crew complete it correctly. She requested Christmas off, so now I'm closing. I'm big into doing things the right way... at work anyway. Maybe I can let some shoddy work slip through just this once. I can tell them afterward, "this is how to do it next time."