Bah, humbug!

You might be waiting for the countdown to the new year, but it is good riddance to another holiday celebratory and debt-filled season for me.

Despite wanting to simply believe that there is some sort of magic in the air, I just smell cow and pig poop that wafts in on the breeze from the far off countryside.

Try the best as I be, it seems as if I feel less of real emotion, real connection to anyone or anything anymore. Not my self, not my family, not my job, not my dream. Except money. I do care about that.

Could it be that I am a scrooge after all?!