Where does a trail of broken promises lead?

Things have to pick up soon. A long stretch of tiredness all around. But I really cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I can see is Hari Raya coming. The Raya grinch is back. (Not even a ha-ha.) Arguments about houses to go to and when, who does what, wishing some people who come to your house wouldn't bother, because all they bring is nasty insinuations, criticism and expectations that host is a bloody slave, when really it should be a happy occasion. That is the reason why you can pick friends. Unfortunately, not your relatives (or husband's, for that matter).

12 days to go. Whoopee-doo.