How about pictures, you XXXmas partiers?

ION, I can't stop watching the Bravo marathon of The Biggest Loser. The product placement cracks my shit up.

:: lurches hungover-ly back into the thread ::

I'm here. Present & Accounted For. Somehow I woke up on the couch at 6-ish (thanks to the alarm clock on my Treo) and drove back down here to feed the cat and sleep for another couple hours before my first show of the day.

As far as I can remember, I had 4 cups of the punch. It was tasty. I think my liver hates me.

P.S. I'm scared to see the pictures.

I took no pictures. Drew intended to, but I think he may have plugged his camera in to charge and then forgotten it completely. I shall have to investigate.

ETA: Quote of the day: Laga said, "The punch is tasty. It tastes like evil."

Sounds like a good party.

TCG and I are headed out to look for a small tree.

Drew has a few pics (most of them taken way late in the evening after I'd collapsed on the bed (in full costume, no less), but I know the Empress and MM had a camera, as did our friend Jen. I will have to find and collect pics from everyone!

I think I have officially run out of steam. Fortunately my paper is pretty much done. I'm going to print it for a co-worker to read tomorrw, make any tweaks that she finds, and send it on. I've done most of the prep for my exam on Tues. I have tomorrow night and Tues morning to finish up. I think I'm stopping for the weekend. Ka-thunk!

I'm trying to clean my apartment. So far, I have made my bed (and got the new duvet and shams and throw pillow out of the packaging and onto the bed), vacuumed the "bedroom" (well, the area of my studio behind the couch), and swept the kitchen floor. It's a start, I guess. And making the bed also cleaned up the "living room" section a bit, since the duvet and sham and pillows had been on the floor there.

What should I do next: clean the junk off my kitchen table, or pick up the clothes from the floor and put them in the hamper? (My apartment is a mess. I just watched a few cleaning shows on TV and got inspired. And a bit grossed out.)

P-C, I would be so tempted just not to show up. How rude.

The more I thought about it last night, the angrier I got at him. The fucking nerve.

And here's the rub: the day before, I'd stumbled across $48 in my car. His former car. So I was going to give it back to him. Because I would feel horribly guilty keeping it. Even though he won't miss it since he doesn't know it exists, or he would asked me about it. But I didn't feel like he deserved it just yet. Because I am mean.

Did someone say pictures?

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Ok...so, not what you were looking for, but who's the cutest puppy?