Winter Break Fever

The most wonderful time of the year.

by j. brotherlove

My mind is wandering. I have to check my contract. I don’t think it’s supposed to get this cold in the South. Nevertheless, I have the fever. You know the kind you get a couple of days before a vacation when you feel lethargic and impatient? That’s the one: Winter Break Fever. I only work three days in the next two weeks and I’m ready to put them in my past.

At work, the customers are getting on my nerves. Luckily, it’s not incredibly busy. That’s one thing I like about the commercialism of the holidays; most people are too busy shopping to call me complaining about trivial shit. Unfortunately, that leaves the people with “special needs” (the kind that come out during a full moon). Crazy never take a day off.

There’s a new employee in the work cafeteria who wants the Anaconda. He hasn’t said as much but I can tell. Scruffy little thing in his twenties who wears his pants sliding down his backside. Poor thing doesn’t have a chance. But it’s nice to be noticed. Then again, three different ex’s called me on Sunday to “check” on me. Eerie when that happens. Do I need to update my will?

Incidentally, due to the response from brotherlounge vol ii - dnb deluxe, I’ve “re-activated” brotherlounge vol i - shaken, not stirred. Enjoy.

My folks are now official residents of South Carolina. It took them longer than expected but my father’s friends moved them for free. You can’t argue with free. They are happy to have Chicago behind them; well, mostly. The old house hasn’t sold yet. It’s just a matter of time. My mother happily reported that her dog and her school of enormous, big-as-your-hand goldfish are no worse for the wear. No word as to whether I’m driving up or they’re driving down for Christmas. Could be neither.

I don’t have any concrete plans for Christmas, Kwanzaa or New Year’s Eve and I’m in no hurry to make any. Loverboy and I were driving downtown last night, listening to the “Atlanta’s official holiday music station.” Wouldn’t you know, just as one of those vintage “Jolly! Jolly! Happy! Happy!” songs came on, we cruised past the mission which had a line outside of hungry folks nearly a block long. Men, women, children. It was 20 degrees last night.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Ohhh, I am digging your playlist! Very nice, and I may have to pick up a couple of those songs myself for my mp3 player. :)
Speaking of cold, here in Boston it feels like someone forgot where exactly the North Pole was, so we got the weather. lol.
Oh….and who are you calling a geek??? (Thank you very much, btw. *grin*)

Lemme fine out you also j the dj! Hey! Le Cohabiteur! pass me my martini glass, wilya!?

It is most wonderful time of the year.
Unfortunately, I had that same cold. I’m trying to be 100% by NYE.

Happy Kwanzaa and New Year’s!