So I'm dealing with a never-ending headache, other physical discomforts I won't discuss. A fucking kitten that I saved three months ago who barely tolerates my existence. TV show A breaking my heart over and over and over again. TV show B newly breaking my heart. TV show C looking like it's going down the road to pain. TV show D, I accidentally read spoilers that have pretty much leeched all joy out of this upcoming event. My one happy place show (Ugly Betty) is on break and I love Salma Hayek, but I frickin' hate Sofia and she's taking the happy out of my happy place, damnit!! Stay away from Daniel and stop woobiefiying him TOO SOON!!!!
Finally, I shouldn't care -- it's my life and it's what I'm used to, but not only will I be working on Chistmas Eve and Christmas, but when I'm not working, I won't be spending it with anyone. My family's in Georgia, the only friend who wouldn't be with family the whole time and thus spend time with me lives an hour away and it's a bitch and half to get out here because of her fucking selfish family who treat her crappily. I love my sister dearly and I am more into my house than I've ever been, but I know what I'm getting for Christmas from her -- towels. They'll be lovely towels and I will enjoy them, but yeah, that's what I'm getting for Christmas. Towels. My BFF might have enough money to get me a DVD or something, but that's about it. And I know Christmas isn't just about gifts, but it's still, sigh, on top of everything else, just depressing.
So yeah, life is sucky.
ETA: Three of the presents I ordered for my nephews were out of stock too! Guh. I hate life.