December is usually horrible, the worst part of my personal seasons. Apparently I have survived it all before, so I guess there’s hope. I’ve already begun to suspect my friends of dark betrayal. I lost Tuesday last week as well as one of my favorite shirts. Just vanished. I tried to work out the scenario of someone sneaking into my house and going after one shirt. Who knows how long it has been gone? Tuesday’s even trickier. On Tuesday it was Wednesday for everyone else, so I just rolled with it. I bought one of those special pill holders with the days of the week to help me remember. I have a job now, so I need to be there each day except for the “S” days.

December sucks.