Nurge, I have to TOIL tomorrow.

I don't WANNA toil. I want the world to come to me bearing gifts of food and money. Well, what do you know? Soon they will, in the name of a man who may well have existed and probably knew not that his birthday would be warped in order to stamp all over the Pagean rituals already quite well established in the English world, and then exported all over the world where people were already doing quite well thank you and they didn't need All that cack thANk ye ver' mucha.
Well blow goats.
Hey ho, nevermind. I should sleep soon. I do need to be up at the crack o' dawn. Shopped to day for the festive season. Did my usual trick. Bough crap. Got home. HAven't actually bough anyone anything, just STUFF. I can't do this shopping thing for other people. I don't know what other people like. I mean, what sdoes my mum want? Really? All I know is that she doesn't want more tat to bury the house uner so i suppose i buy things that are consumable, which I am well up on.
Panic. Mildly.
I think I'll go back on the crack. It seems to be the done thing.