Just what the hell am I doing right now, seriously…
And just what the hell do I mean by what the hell am I doing? Of course, I know what the hell I'm doing. I'm just about done putting up the finishing touches on this side of the tree.
Yup, decorating the tree, that's just all I'm doing. Nothing more, nothing less. See, I do know what the hell I'm doing… so I suppose what I actually really wanna know after all is…
Why the hell was I not doing anything else?
Ash was just directly on the other side, through a clutter of pine leaves and branches, she was there, the lofty sway of her hair like a glaring reminder protruding out the corner of my eye.