Given that I am notoriously prone to fall for holiday cheer, I thought I'd take myself over to Chapters at lunch, look at all the pretty stuff and new books and grab an eggnog latte. Surely, that would fix The Mood.
It didn't.
As I stood in the new-non-fiction section with Ann Coulter's face staring up at me, and Little Drummer Boy blaring over the sound system, I heard myself say out loud, in my outside voice "Would you shut the fuck up, Josh Groban?!" By the time I realized what I was doing it was too late. It was already out there. And the man standing next to me, flipping through The Audacity of Hope was already laughing at me. In his outside voice.
