13 December 1981
Every fucking holiday season. I feel like a bloody girl and her monthlies.
What the hell are you still doing, Jakey my boy? You like drinking and partying and dancing, especially at New Year's, but what are you going to be doing for this New Year's? Staying at home like you have since you started at the Ministry.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This year I'm splurging for the good beer at least.
Christmas shopping is done. Get excited.
I'm going back to sleep.