On the sixth day of Christmas...

I think I have holiday-shock... that state where you have all this stuff that you need to be doing for the coming holiday, but you just keep sitting around, surfing the net, and pretending that you have all the time in the world to do it? Or maybe that's Scarlet O'Hara syndrome... 'I'll worry about it tomorrow...'
So, back to the dork humor today... remember when I had a rep as an angst writer? Who woulda thought?

( God-child Redux - part 4 )