Seven Days Before Christmas

And here I am, a Saturday - rest day, at home, in bed, facing the lappie, snacking on Nutella, diverting my attention from the pains of life. 

Seven days before Christmas, and I haven't gone Christmas shopping. I haven't thought of anything fabulous to give, or to do. Absolutely not feeling the Christmas spirit. Not at all. And it pains me more.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, supposedly. But depression has eaten me up. Consuming all my optimism, all the goodness I can offer the world. And with that, I'm beaten up.

Whatever.

I need something that works wonders. I need it badly.