Fly Me To The Moon

VENUE: Living Room, watching a re-run of ALIAS
MOOD: Unemployed, sulky.

I love jazz. Doris Day's rendition of Fly Me To The Moon brushes away most of the stress of the day. I love to sing along with her. Sadly, I sound like Phoebe [from F.R.I.E.N.D.S] but blessed with EQ. I am aware of other pairs of ears around me. I can shut up and content myself with mere listening...*9 seconds later*...Think i better keep my mouth occupied with ice cream, some berries and chocolate thrown in.

I am not terribly fond of Christmas this year. I have no date to affectionately kiss at the stroke of midnight or none to cuddle alongside 2 cups of warm coffee. I had no date last year. Still, I had a fruitful Christmas 2004. I was working in my cafe last year, celebrating my customers' Christmas. Gave this couple a pair of perfume; and this other pair of children, special kid's XMAS meals. This year, I am jobless and dateless for Christmas. How hopeless can it get beyond this?