Nov 252005
I woke up this morning and saw snow steadily falling outside my window. I feel sorry for all the sheeple (yes, sheeple) swarming through the stores today. Not only do they have to be prepared to engage in physical violence for that last discounted flat-screen television, but they also have to contend with hideous traffic. The wild-eyed consumerism that infects people after Thanksgiving is a little creepy. I like shopping for people close to me, but I don’t feel the need to run the gauntlet of pushy, grabby lemmings just to save fifteen bucks on a sweater.
