Today I:
- Woke up at 4-something AM.
- Watched a couple episodes of The Wire. HBO really are fuckwads for doing this 2- or 3-eps per disk thing.
- Slept on the couch for a while.
- Determined that I'm not as far behind on gift-shopping as I thought. But the gifts I have left to get are for family members and they're hard to shop for.
- Went to the bank to deposit a check. Failed, as I'd forgotten they'd changed their hours.
- Went up to the collection of big-box stores in Germantown. Got some presents. I'm not done, but I'm closer.
- Also got me stuff. Tights, socks, underwear, and jeans. Jeans that fit! Jeans that fit and are a size smaller than the (very baggy) pair I've been wearing. And when this pair is too big [crossing fingers] I have old jeans that used to fit that I can wear again. Yay.
- Stopped to buy groceries even though my feet hurt and I just wanted to go home. But it was supposed to be sleety and gross tomorrow so I figured I'd better do it now.
- Bought some grease-laden food as a reward for getting groceries. Yum.
- Got home. Unloaded car. Ate. Took another nap.
- Caught up on TWoP stuff, mostly.
Today I did not:
- Call my mother back. I would have, except the napping seemed more important at the time.
- Return library books. That are way, way overdue. This is why I didn't have a library card for a while.
- Decorate the tree that has been standing naked for a week.
- Pack up the gifts that need to be mailed on Monday.
So that's what I will do tomorrow. Except maybe the library book part.
And now I'm listening to the rain. Or sleet. Whatever it is, I'm glad I convinced myself to persevere through grocery-shopping.
Mmm. The cheesecake was awesome. And so was the bath. And now I am warm and sleepy. But before I retire, I have one more task to do which will complete our holiday shopping and that is to buy the penguin for the SO! Whoo!
See? More cheesecake. I can see nothing else.
God, I itch! I can't sit still to watch the strange fucking movie, because of the itching!
In case you were looking for a couple hours of entertainment,
Formula 51
is a completely pointless movie. Learn from my error.
Skipping and poking my head in order to apologize to Typo Boy, whose birthday was on Friday, and my internet connection refused to acknowledge the outside world enough in order for me to wish him a happy one. So sorry! I hope you had a great day, will have a wonderful year, and a very happy third-day-of-your-new-age!
How embarassed should I be that I just bought one of those huge popcorn tins all for myself? It was only $3.99!
As long as you eat it hand-to-mouth I'd say you're fine.
If you stick your head in and start chomping we'll all have to point and laugh.
I have a lame gift for you, strega. It's lame. But the thought was lovely.
I woke up early, my apartment is not warm enough, and it seems to be slushy outside. Meh. At least I have a chocolate croissant in the oven.
I woke up LATE (8:30) and found that my windows were mostly white from blowing sticky Snowpocalypse outside, where it is doing a damn good impression of a blizzard out there. I have a feeling it's going to be a good day to curl up with a good book and a warm kitty. Now if I only had a roaring fireplace....
Oh, and:
I feel like a traitor for realising I kinda don't like TOS, and I'm still sniffing at the co-worker who said all SFF on TV that has followed is inferior.
Just quote "The golden age of SF is twelve" at him when he does that.
Or rip off his thumb, depending on your bloodthirstyness of the moment.
Goodness knows, it's what I'd do.
