The important thing to remember when returning to work on a normal Monday after what feels like two months of holiday delightfulness wherein you barely had to go to work at all is not to kill yourself.
Yesterday I spoke at St. Paul’s Cathedral in San Diego on the relationships between Christians and people who feel they have every last reason to think Christians are insane homophobic misogynists. A ton of people showed up. I was awesome. Today I’m still awesome, but no one’s clapping for me or telling me how great I am. I am sooooo ready to shave my head and start dressing inappropriately at night clubs.
I’ve killed my Twitter page. My life is twittery enough.
Into the coffee I’m drinking right now I poured not milk or cream, but eggnog. I, for one, am not letting go of Christmas until they pry it from my cold, dead, fat fingers.
Related post o’ Mine: 5 Things to Tell Yourself at the End of a Three-Day Weekend
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