Oh, wtf.
In 2009, ruby_raindrop resolves to...
Go to the garter belts every month.
Spend less time on slither.
Give up kids.
Eat more pretty boys.
Keep my conversation clean.
Volunteer to spend time with playlists.
One more day of work before Christmas 4-day weekend. Ash is on nights now. And that sucks beyond all sucking. It sucks more than frostbite and burnt muffins and parvo poo all put together. I hate hate hate hate oh yeah and did I mention I hate sleeping alone every night. I sure as hell hope this is temporary. Or all-night emergency clinic, here I come: and mind you, I wanna do emergency work eventually, and my current job has its ups and downs, but I like it well enough and I want to stay here through college. Cause they're pretty flexible with hours for college students, Josh is in school right now and they had no issue with him working 3-6 every day to allow for that. But unexpected changes of plans suck less than sleeping alone every night. So that'll be my safety release valve if this doesn't ever change.
Christmas shopping is just about done. Bunches of PJs and clothes and a blanket for my new baby nephew. Yu-Gi-Oh cards and dragon books for the 10 year old. Princess stuff for the 3 year old. Balls and dinosaur stuff for the 2 year old. A dental cleaning that I'll personally do and pay for for mom's dog. Photo collages for dad and my stepmom and in-laws. Etc. Other than the whole wife's always asleep when I'm awake thing, I don't think this Christmas will make me want to slit my wrists. We've majorly halfassed it as far as shopping for each other, but it's the little ones that are the most important.
For now, sleep. Ash is busy staring at a hole. And I have to work 8-4 tomorrow.