
This week I'm going to work from home!!!
Yay for use it or lose it days off, which force me to have some time to myself. I'll be taking care of worky stuff, but in the time I might otherwise spend watching Barry and Jesse throw pencils into the ceiling, I can put all poetry from my old journals onto discs, and get ready to transfer everything over to my new laptop.
Did I tell you, did I tell you? What I got for Christmas???
All the Kai things I wanted, the aforementioned laptop, the full Aqua Teen Hunger Force DVD collection (playing is for pleasure), various CDs, and THE ROCK from my mom. She went a little nuts this year. A hot little purple hippie Coach purse, Lush goodies, and the Garden State soundtrack from Adam. Maybe he doesn't want me to tell you how nice he was getting me those things, but darnit, this is the presents entry! My sister gave me a fabulous pen set, and a really thoughtful book of sisterly quotes, which she personalized with stories and her special brand of smart-ass. Really special. My family gave me varied bath and body products, silky pajamas, and great books to read. They know what I like!
It was awesome. And all the ladies in my family liked their handmade pearl strands. That made me happiest of all. Of course (and I'm obligated to say this after going on about presents for days), the best part of all was getting to spend time with my family, and letting my friends know how much they mean to me.
The next few days should be interesting, as I transcribe and post these journals. I'll be in a time warp, back to 1996. I'll see you...in the future past!
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