All the leaves are still around but the best aspect of rain/snow on Christmas is contemplating during it. The channel is on commentary and the "it's not ADD, I'm Thinking" prevails while the troika blend rocks and glad of it.

Stille nacht on hold while the nog 'n fruitcake make a mockery of containment. Just because the jukebox has no noel choices doesn't mean the lustre of harmony isn't omnipotent here. The way back machine shows those CEve playlists centered on getting fucked up. The sounds from the other room say alot about the end of 3rd Q connection. I revel in this portrayal as the preferred play of the-gift-that-keeps-giving card.

Somehow the excuse for slowing down as the result of lugging this cumbersome ball bag around got voted out. Sacked.