What I require for Christmas is a shot glass chess set. I can think of few things better than getting your opponent completely smashed as you crush his defenses. Kind of sexy, really.
Not that I’d know anything about sexiness. Not me. Nope.
I am going back to bed now, since the cold I mostly fended off for the past month has finally descended upon my nasal cavities, throat, and chest. When I emerge from my velvet cocoon, I will be a beautiful, self-assured, balanced, brilliant creature no longer plagued by insecurities nor racking coughs.
Although I will settle for feeling slightly better. Also, Nutella.