Christmas Eve, Cake, and Red Wine


Potica, a cake with walnut filling

I can’t feel my lips.

I can barely find the keys on the keyboard.

This is how it happened.

I went downstairs to give the dog the Christmas bone I bought for him.  He didn’t want to take it at first.  Finally he did but I don’t know what he did with it, probably hid it somewhere.

My landlady was outside,  gathering firewood or something.  So I say to her, “Vesel Bozic”, which means Merry Christmas.  She says back to me, “Enako” (you too) and a bunch of other stuff I don’t understand.

She comes up the steps and basically I am kidnapped.  Again.

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The Joy Division Christmas Special

I’m not a holiday kind of person generally.   Enforced merriment gets on my nerves.  At Christmas I like to lie around on the floor and listen to hours and hours of Joy Division.

If that sounds better to you than a meaningless commercialized excuse for capitalistic overconsumption, you might enjoy this Youtube playlist I created just for the occasion.