An early bedtime is being brought to me by decorating for the holidays at work.
The only thing worse than having to decorate for Christmas is having to take all the Christmas decorations down. Oh, and trying to store them all in some orderly fashion when all you really want to do is throw everything in a box, tape up the box, write on the box, “FIRST CLASS TO THE MOON,” and shoot the box out of a goddamn canon in the middle of a field.
This time of year is the WORST. The fucking WORST life has to offer.