Syncopating my Repotaph

It has been an eventful week, mostly owing to Stephen Spielberg.
It's the last weekend before Christmas, and I'm only just starting to realise exactly what that means.
The Dreaded Holiday is upon us.
Not that I don't like Christmas, and certainly not that I don't like the event of the birth of our Lord, but quite frankly, people are simply past bearing during these lovely times.
I'm sure you've been following the news. Wal-Mart greeter trampled to death on Black Friday et al, and I just wonder sometimes what people are thinking.
I'm going to stop myself here before I start ranting about the sheer idiocy of consumerism.
I'm going to be happy because I'm going to cut my hair on Monday.
Yippee.
I'm also drinking a grape powerade. It is foul.
In case you were wondering.
I ache in places I didn't remember I had.
And remember, kids:
Import all the best boys so the Swedes don't get them!