Christmas Time is Here . . .

I'm seeing the world through the bottom of a rum and coke tonight. Everything appears dark and sweet.Have to work tomorrow. *grrr* I decided to open on Sundays to attract more business - I'm sure it will turn out like one of those schemes that Wiley Coyote always thinks up. I should rename the store ACME Music and put some bird seed outside the front door.I just want to go away for a year. Taking that vacation to Italy really opened my eyes -- but sometimes I think life is easier with blinders on. You don't know any better.Looking forward to Christmas and a few parties. Don't really get gifts any more, just like the food, drink and social gatherings. Get really nostalgic about how Christmas used to be when I was young, when my family was together and, quoting Paul, "life was an open book."I think I watch too much anime and Kurosawa - the Japanese appear to be fond of sentimental stories and I think it's rubbing off. Having cats doesn't help either. They bring out a part of me that I thought was dead when I realized I probably wouldn't have children. I find myself talking to the little beasts as if they were children - especially Rossini. I've got to remember to post their pictures up on the journal.Time for bed - would like to have another drink and a pipe, but I've got to sing again Monday. Can't wait until that's all over - want to enjoy Christmas. I feel sorry for people who grow up without traditions and holidays - sometimes they're the only thing that keep me connected.