I've been decking the halls, creating mental top five lists of Christmas movies and Christmas songs (would you consider The Apartment a Christmas movie?), and making plans for indulgence and excess with my family. My shopping is finished, my gifts folded and creased into blood red paper and puking curlicued ribbons. But I just can't help but feel like I skipped over the cheer of the holidays and stumbled into mid-February listlessness. Looks like somebody could use a midnight visit from the Ghost of Christmas Sack-up-and-be-a-person.
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