I'm thinking a nice trip to your local Fill-In-the-Blank-Mart will get you back on track. Loading up your home with some nice Plastic Crap would take your mind off your inability to "fit in." You can't just retreat into a boring cave (though my travel agent gal-pal says she's got some bargain summer getaways to Tora Bora available).
Sounds to me like you're just not getting enough Me Time with your TV, either. How about a nice holiday treat for yourself, call the cable company and sign up for the Red White and Blue Gazillion McChannels holiday special for only $99.99 per month. Then you can get caught up on the latest news on MSTNNBCBSpan or the WB or whatever. Yeah, that's the ticket!
Cheer up, Confused, with Gawd on our side, we'll put you out of your misery by letting loose a 'thrax on both your houses faster than you can say Cowboy George!
Tally Ho!
Miss Thang
I'm the only one in my office who doesn't have American flags all over my cubicle, and last week my co-workers started jokingly calling me "commie pinko som'bitch." Now my boss says I should be ashamed for sending my annual donation to the Red Cross instead of buying a new Oldsmobile for the sake of the country. I've been considering looking for a new job, but my boyfriend thinks I just need to increase my Wellbutrin dosage again. How can I get back that old merchandizing Christmas spirit?
Sincerely,
Confused Dove ,
in Hawkland.