I've had three coffee today. Two more than my usual daily limit. But last night I was at a party titled Santa Booze, so you will understand the extra caffeine requirements.

I have to say, I have been tired and slow moving all day, but this is the first time in several years that being hungover hasn't also meant being totally depressed. I wish I knew what I did differently today/last night.

I had friends who crashed with me last night and who picked me up in a cab on their way home. We were exchanging notes: their party was in old money neighborhood and had one of the top chefs in town cooking in the kitchen. I was like, "People were wrestling when I left my party."

I had two cups of coffee, so I don't really feel the need for more. But I am having some delightful cayenne-spiked hot cocoa at the local chocolate shop. I'm here to get writing done, no really. Writing.

Sara and I saw the local ballet production of The Nutcracker this afternoon, and one of the girls from her class was an angel in Act II. Very exciting.

"People were wrestling when I left my party."

That's my kind of party.

My mother gave me the sex talk when I was about 7, which means my sister got it at 3 or 4. She never ever got it again, even at school. My mother's sex talk was incredibly clinical. I already understood (as much as a 7 year old could) gestation, but I didn't know what part the penis played in the whole thing--I was pretty much zygote-and-onwards informed. Such a revelation.

Still failed to sound like the same thing that made the nextdoor neighbour kids snicker, though. Sounded completely unrelated.

Okay, freaky. I have an app that reads out my text messages, and it's pretty good at pronouncing swear words. Also, Colin has a dirty mouth.

I have a new guitar!!!

I don't know if this picture link thing will work: [link]

It's a Daisy Rock and it has an electronic tuner, and I have a case and a metronome and a strap and picks.

I have spent way too much of today trying to convince Best Buy to give me a credit card, which I wanted them to do because then they will give me 5% off when I buy a fridge (they also seem to have the best prices anyway). First the online process rejected me because they couldn't verify my info so I had to go into a store, where I was rejected because the clerk spelled my name wrong. 

I finally won though!

I have a new guitar!!!

Awesome! It looks just right in your hands.

I had the sex talk (or possibly the drug talk?) with my dad when I was like 22 and heading off to spring break in Florida with some friends. (note I had already been off at Uni for two years, then moved back home and was bar tending while going to another school .

"So, um, your mother's talked to you about [awkward pause]?"

"Think we're good, yeah."

"ok, good. Just, um, be careful."

Pix, my heart goes out to you all.

I tried on a couple of them, but the daisy rocks really do fit very well, and assume the player has boobs.