Halloween sucked, which makes me sad 'cause it's my favorite time of year. Got sick, had to call in from work, stormy weather destroyed my decorations, we got last minute trick or treaters while I was on the porch coughing and sneezing in my pajamas with my hair all in my face, fiddling with one of said decorations trying to fix it after the storm. So I just kinda silently reached into the house, held out the treat bucket to the kid with one hand while holding a tissue to my nose in the other and praying for death. Awkward. Then I slithered back inside after fixing the thing and let grandma take care of the rest of the trick or treaters. And she ended up turning off the damn animatronics before the last batch showed up, so almost no one got to see them in action after all my efforts. what even is life

I hate Christmas. I love the atmosphere and the Santa and all, but I hate the whole "being expected to sit around with family for dinner with heavy religious overtones and an undercurrent of financial stress and expectations of buying presents for people you never see or speak to all year" thing, which unfortunately is what I'm stuck with every year until I'm finally able to move out. But thanks to my city being one of those lovely places where minimum wage hasn't risen in decades while housing costs have continued to skyrocket and even being a dish washer practically requires a degree these days... yeah that's tough.
So I'm dreading Christmas just like I dread every other godforsaken holiday.