Merry Christmas?

And now, for something completely different.

First up, here's the short story that I wrote this past semester. Originally entitled "I'd Rather Buy a Gallon of Gas," the revised short now goes by "Minor Thirsts." At the advice of my workshop and instructor, I've made numerous changes to the original draft (which is no longer available via the link in a previous post).

I have a lot of viable story ideas that are based in the universe first painted in "Minor Thirsts," and I hope to one day draw upon inspiration for future short stories in the vein of "Minor Thirsts." Enjoy the read.

Minor Thirsts (PDF format)

Anywho, something really weird is happening to me. Earlier today, while re-reading my first "What If..." blog post from the other day, I realized that my late-college life is partially repeating itself from high school. I'll spare the details of why, but let me just say this: if history repeats itself, then I'm expecting the next few months (years?) of my life to be simply spectacular.

Believe it or not, I'm sick of Christmas. Meijer has simply ruined every bit of joy left in me, and it'll take a few years away from Meijer before I fully recover, I suppose. Tomorrow is nonetheless, dinner with my family (at noon), which will be scary as hell, since I'll be introducing them to my presumed "girlfriend" - even though we are not as such. My family will still make the assumptions, cause the embarrassment, and probably cause us to leave dinner early, much as I did last year.

But you know what? I'm ass-butt tired and ready for bed. See you on the flip-side of the jolly holiday.

B3 out.