kerouac says

i have never before worked a job that got insaneish at the holidays. work is allowing no time for reflection and blogging--actually, it isn't even allowing much time for peeing. i am meeting the monkey for an old fashioned date tonight; a movie, then a glass of wine at one of the west village's more discriminating open mike nights. we stumbled into this place on our way to eat the taste last week, and it was so sweet and humble that we swore we'd go back. and i'm really looking forward to it, because if i have to say "have you ordered from us before?" or, "i'm sorry, we're sold out of the disappearing civi1 liberties mugs until after the holidays one more time, i'm going to barf on my keyboard.