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Yup, this is me.
Anyway, had to go to *cringe* Wally World today *double cringe*. It was fucking insane. I stood in line at the cashier for 25 minutes only to realize it was the express lane, and I had way more than 20 things. They made me move to the end of another line. Grrr.
Although, I did finish all of my Christmas Shopping (go me!) today. Thank gods. All I have left is just picking up a couple gift certificates and order my mom's flowers, and drop off something at Adam's grave. Otherwise, I'm on top of it. Lot better than last year - I was still shopping Christmas Day.
*and* I bought American Idiot today, which I'm loving. Like, wow. And I did it right to - I preordered at best buy, and then just ran in and picked it up rather than deal with the crowds. I have definetely met my dealing-with-people-quota for the month *nods* So I think I'll just be here, in my room, not doing anything or going anywhere. *happy sigh*
And no, me muse seems to be beating me over the head with a cast iron skillet, so I should probably write.
Anyway, had to go to *cringe* Wally World today *double cringe*. It was fucking insane. I stood in line at the cashier for 25 minutes only to realize it was the express lane, and I had way more than 20 things. They made me move to the end of another line. Grrr.
Although, I did finish all of my Christmas Shopping (go me!) today. Thank gods. All I have left is just picking up a couple gift certificates and order my mom's flowers, and drop off something at Adam's grave. Otherwise, I'm on top of it. Lot better than last year - I was still shopping Christmas Day.
*and* I bought American Idiot today, which I'm loving. Like, wow. And I did it right to - I preordered at best buy, and then just ran in and picked it up rather than deal with the crowds. I have definetely met my dealing-with-people-quota for the month *nods* So I think I'll just be here, in my room, not doing anything or going anywhere. *happy sigh*
And no, me muse seems to be beating me over the head with a cast iron skillet, so I should probably write.