defestivised

Well, that's that. The decs are down, the tree is back in the loft and the place looks curiously bare. It's quite depressing really. :(

I always hate this bit. Christmas is probably my favourite time of year, just because it feels a bit nicer. There's a fluffy, happy, snuggliness to it that I can't help but respond to. I know it's not the same for everyone, but that's how it works for me. It's as if everyone is that little bit closer to my wavelength, just for 2 weeks or so.

Now it's over. I can feel it too, already. It's the start of a hangover that lasts until summer. You know you've had a good time, but the world just won't let you get away with it. Back to work. Back to the same ol', same ol'...

*sigh*