This year has been foul. I am completely done. I can’t wait to kiss 2020 goodbye, don’t let it hit you on the way out, sis.

But if there is one last hurdle, it’s Christmas. New Years doesn’t technically count because my bedtime is 11 AM the next day and that’s entering 2021’s domain (everyone please, for the love of God, be nice to 2021, we get to start fresh and we don’t want to piss her off).