can I get myself out from underneath

At 9something PM, my Christmas tree was up and decorated, all but the angel. I should have taken a picture. Because then it fell down. I don't think anything broke, luckily (Not even the ornaments you threw across the room for daring to fall on you while you were under the tree trying to get it to stand again? No, not even those).

Also, hockey fucking sucked. 9-2? Seriously? My day was going well until that. Bastards. I'm giving the Bigmouth Maple Leafs Fan who sits behind me at MSG just 30 seconds to talk about it at tonight's game. After that, he's going the way of the ornaments that fell on my head. Only he'll break, I assure you.

This morning I've dyed my hair. Now I'm going out to get a new Christmas tree stand. And a latte. Using Preference by Loreal AND indulging in a Dunkin' Donuts free Gingerbread Latte? Why not? I'm worth it.

PS I didn't stay up for all of the JT SNL, but so far so good. "Omletteville" revisited I saw coming. "The Barry Gibb Talk Show" I hoped for. But "My Dick in a Box" — now that was a surprise. And a good one. Especially when they said, "See, I'm wise enough to know ..." Magnificent.