There is something about Christmas on a Sunday that makes the usual Sundays even more lazier. When I mean lazy I mean I have absolutely nothing to talk about. So I shall not.
Not even to talk about hyprocitical blog bashers that have nothing better to do than to feed on their own narcisissism by twacking on other bloggers. Not even to remind people that WordPress 2.0 is coming out tomorrow on the 26th. Not even to tell you what happened when all the presents were unwrapped last night. That’s how lazy I am.
It’s Christmas, let’s chill with a glass of rum at hand and cured ham on another. With all that, the rest is simply very very forgetable.