Friends don't let friends... be exhausted and write paragraphs of meaningless crap.
Happy 47th birthday to Doctor Who! May your protagonist poke companions in confusion for many years to come. :)
I'm - or I was - making a list of Awesome Things from the past year(ish), sort of like a "things to be grateful for" list and all that ('tis the season, wenches), but it took a whole 5 minutes or so to generate 12 things, 2 of which sum up what could have been 10 things each. So I should stop now while it's still a manageable list, perhaps. (It doesn't help that there were a lot of things this year that encouraged me to "be myself" on the outside/through actual behavior more, instead of holding my little Teresa Universe in my head/heart/etc. to hide in the Forest of Intentions.)
The female parental unit and I went to Walmart this evening and it was very ... weird. We went to fetch lunch meat at the deli, and Mom spotted Isaly's chipped (chopped) ham, and she had a goddamn freak-out that is evidence that my madness is in fact hereditary: she got out her phone and took a picture of the Isaly's - a block of meat - and sent it to my dad. [This is sort of the same thing I do upon finding things like, oh, River Song's shoes at Shoe Carnival or a singing, dancing rabbi at Bed, Bath & Beyond. By the way, also found a snowman that sang the Apple Bottom Jeans song at BB&B. Best ever.]
Story time: It was the best of times, it was ... fall 2006. I turned 19, and decided to donate some money to St. Jude's, having seen infomercials(?) for many many moons and intending - for many many moons - to donate on a regular, perhaps annual, basis when I had funds. Um, yeah. The amount of mail I got because I donated once sort of persuaded me to never do it again. (Also, I'm ... really poor now.) I don't know how cheap or how costly these mailings are, really, but the volume is ridiculous. I DON'T WANT TO THROW AWAY THIS MANY TREES, GUYS. I LOVE TREES MORE THAN I LOVE THE CANCER WARD; HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MY ROOM? IT LOOKS LIKE I'M SITTING IN A GODDAMN JUNGLE. Ahem. *Exits the angry dome* But the silver lining is that sometimes they send me mailing labels. So I have enough mailing labels (for this address) until the end of time.
Something scary, because that is the mark of the beast my posts: I WANT TO CLEAN MY ROOM. I don't know how that's going to be... possible. There are many boxes that might fall on me. :(
I'm weird-feeling tonight and I need a hug. And then I will promptly fall asleep on whomever gives me a hug because I'm completely zonked.