I'm gonna ban gifts at Christmas. I don't want anything. Nothing anyone is gonna give me is gonna be what I want. Maybe booze, maybe that's what I'll ask for. I'll tell them 'I don't want anything anymore. I've reached that perfect spiritual point where all you can give me is your company and a drink. That's all I want. Don't give me anything because nothing can measure up to that.'
It's not a 'Christmas is over-commercial' thing, either. Although you know, the way Christmas is about retail consumption pisses me off. But that's never stopped anyone from making Christmas personal and their own.
It's just receiving gifts has become so dissatisfying that I'd prefer people to spend the money on other things.

It's late and I gotta be up in four hours to go to work, the Saturday shift but it'll be with Poy so not so bad. Going to try and get task rotation going, so instead of having one person on register and one on bar all day have us swapping every thirty minutes.
Today I did some cleaning, some moving things around and some laundry. I basically need new bedding all around. My pillow-cases are transparent, and I can't tell which way they're supposed to go on anymore. If I was living with Mum they'd be in the rag bag already to be used for cleaning windows. And I need a new quilt. At the moment I'm actually using two different quilts, one that I use during summer and a second one that I put over the top of it for winter. I think I need one that's halfway between both.
It's feels a little weird with the computer in a new place, and I'm sure it's going to feel different with the bed moved, but I'm too tired to care right now.

hell of a thing, killin a man

So it's three in the morning, I'm watching the conclusion to Unforgiven and I'm cleaning my room. It's a good movie, although not perfect, but I really like the conclusion.

That's right. I've killed women and children. Killed just about everything that walked or crawled at one time or another... And I'm here to kill you, Little Bill.

Anyway, this is the first time I've given this place a serious clean since I started work, which was over a year ago now. I got all the coffee and beer stains off the desk, and I've been dusting. Gonna move some stuff around, give my room a coupla sections. Then I sleep and get a goddamn haircut tomorrow.
I love the way he comes out of the saloon at the end. His threats, he's as afraid as anyone. And he gets on that damned white horse and rides out in the rain. So good.