Craptacular

This is my general feeling throughout the holiday-birthday season. Starts around Thanksgiving and lasts through February.

Craptacular.

Holidays are still sad and hard without my sister, and then our birthdays happen just after I get rid of the holidays. I get older, she doesn't. It's weird and I don't like it.

This year I've been working so many crazy hours that I haven't had time to feel the craptacularness. That's good in some ways. Makes the time go by faster. But it's bad in the sense that I think it all caught up to me this week.

It's craptaculariffic.

Oh well. February will be here before I know it.

C.T.