Merrily Merrily

What a place, this Hollywood. I saw a gang of bald, illustrated men being subdued by our men in blue in a tattoo parlor on Hollywood Boulevard as I made my way to the Disney Store. I wondered what they had done, but not enough to stand around amongst the other lookieloos hoping to find out.

I didn't have as good a day as I would have liked. And I'm almost too weak to begin the wrapping task. When oh when will the A Christmas Story marathon begin?