good god surely there is nothing worse than people doing christmas shopping? (though a mob of rabid DAoC fans may come close) every single thing about it bugs me, from the proud parents who thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring their entire brood of screaming babies into the city (including a double pram) to the checkout/pressie wrapper person who's so fuxored with dealing with xmas shite all day long that she's one step away from murder. I'm also miffed with myself for catching the chrimbo feaver (off some wailing brat no doubt) and feeling slightly panic stricken because there's only three days left oh dear god my girlfriend, bless her, has thoughtfully chickened out of organizing the food fest declaring that she can't deal with working out what to wear, me getting underfoot and going out to get stuff done without having a wee nervous breakdown. the fact that I am allowed to have the breakdown is perfectly acceptable naturally, just as long as I get everything done before the nice men in white lab-coats come to take me away away. now I have to do the dishes. someone shoot me please.