Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, Jazzercise; 6:30, dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
Maybe Christmas, he thought… doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Christmas, perhaps… means a little bit more!” How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1966)
He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. “Maybe Christmas,” he thought…"doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.“