Shockingly, we stay sober on Christmas in my family

I'm just about to go to bed following Christmas and in the last few hours I've ran the gamut of introspective thoughts more intensely than I do most nights. I want to write a blog, but it's like two thirty and I need to go to bed. It's a shame, the music I was listening to makes me want to write something so badass that it'd be comparable to something Bruce Willis would say a terrorist with a European accent before dropping him off the roof of a building into a skylight next door just because they didn't get his drink order right (in this particular scenario he thought said terrorist was just a bartender). Stay well bitches, Daddy will be back with something to sink your teeth into soon enough.