December 16, 1843
Today was bad. Work went terrible. And it was sunny outside. Ugh. As I walked down the rugged street to my house I saw those wretched Christmas lights. It's that time of year again. Christmas. This morning I had oatmeal for breakfast. That's what I have every morning. My nephew came by to work today, again. Telling me a Merry Christmas. My clerk asked me after he stopped by if he could have a couple days off at Christmas. Why would he want to do that? Take a couple days off? That's so unreasonable! Of course I said no. People are so merry around this time of year. It disgusts me.
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