The night before Xmas

'Twas the night before Xmas, when all through the apartment building, not a creature was stirring, not even our dumbass downstairs neighbours whose arguments keep getting louder and more violent (we think it's a couple where there's constant "trouble in paradise") and whose music keeps getting louder and more nauseating...

Ahem...the stockings were hung by the chimney with care…err, actually we've no decorations up and no chimney either. We do have several radiators but this building leaks heat as if there aren't any walls to speak of. We do have plenty of blankets and some extra electric heaters, however.

Where was I?

The brats were sedated and tied to their beds, while visions of crass consumerism danced in their heads. And joi_division in her kitty-cat nightshirt and I…well, actually it doesn't really matter what I sleep in, now does it? We both were planning on going to bed once we pulled ourselves away from drooling at our computers. DSL addiction – it's not pretty, people!

When out from the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I was sure that a plethora of Mt. Lebanon's finest would take care of the matter, so I didn't bother looking.

Eh, to hell with it. Goodnight and happy Festivus, people.