I feel as if I should write something in here. No. . . no, I don't. The truth is that I'm goofing off on the computer and just don't feel like going to bed yet, which is amazing, considering how exhausted I've been since November. You can't blame me for feeling fatigued when I walk outside at 4:00 p.m. and it's FRIGGING PITCH-BLACK EVERYWHERE. No matter how long I sleep at night, my mind is in such a thick fog that I don't feel particularly festive or ready for the holidays. Nothing fits right lately (and it doesn't help when people twist my arm -- ha, ha, ha! -- by treating me like the scum of the earth if I decline chocolate). Everybody's been asking me since mid-October (no joke) if I'd finished my Christmas shopping yet, but really, all I want is to wake up amidst the peace and quiet of January 2009.
Well. . . actually, I have shopped for something. I bought a belated birthday gift for someone whose birthday was three weeks ago. Since I'm clearly expected to brave the raging crowds and purchase stuff, can that one experience at least count partially towards my December shopping quota? I mean, even if it isn't technically meant for Christmas? (Man, I now regard shopping as if it were academic material you receive credit hours for mastering.) But, wouldn't you know it, I stupidly misplaced that gift almost as soon as I brought it home. Let's just hope I locate it before summer or so. (Oh, great. . . I mentioned summer. Sniff, sniff. Sob!)
The good news? There is a light at the end of this long, dreary, wintry tunnel. In other words, I'm taking a road trip with nifty people to a sunshiny climate in February.
On the flip side of that coin, however?
Ever since I began a mileage-heavy job, I've become a bit of a control freak. In other words, developed a tendency to feel violently carsick unless I'm the one driving.
Well. . . actually, I have shopped for something. I bought a belated birthday gift for someone whose birthday was three weeks ago. Since I'm clearly expected to brave the raging crowds and purchase stuff, can that one experience at least count partially towards my December shopping quota? I mean, even if it isn't technically meant for Christmas? (Man, I now regard shopping as if it were academic material you receive credit hours for mastering.) But, wouldn't you know it, I stupidly misplaced that gift almost as soon as I brought it home. Let's just hope I locate it before summer or so. (Oh, great. . . I mentioned summer. Sniff, sniff. Sob!)
The good news? There is a light at the end of this long, dreary, wintry tunnel. In other words, I'm taking a road trip with nifty people to a sunshiny climate in February.
On the flip side of that coin, however?
Ever since I began a mileage-heavy job, I've become a bit of a control freak. In other words, developed a tendency to feel violently carsick unless I'm the one driving.
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*yawn* <- retaliation for yawning at my CoW!!!
Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year.
Well, I only yawned because YOU said your CoW wasn't exciting. So there!
My calendar says the shortest day of the year is Sunday. Oh, well...any way you slice it, we're getting close!
Its an unfair double standard for sure... People can mock their spouse / S.O. for being dumb, fat or just plain crazy but you can't. Same goes for my CoW. :-p
OK, in that case, your CoW was so exciting I almost went into cardiac arrest on the spot. Satisfied?
Quite.
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