Wednesday
Yesterday was a bust.
And when it was over, there was nothing to speak for itself. I didn't sleep well during the day, and called it a night early enough.
I dreamed that I went to this large and bizzare catch-all thirft store, on an out of the way place. They had cheap army clothes, skull beads, and a lot of tools that were housed in a wooden ware-house. The owner of the store was pleasant. I was on my way up to the "sanctuary". I was going to be there till the friday, after next friday.
Mr. Phat Borris Esq the First woke me up.
I put up my christmas tree, sorted through some decorations, and have an idea of who made the Christmas list, who I still need to shop for.
Every year, I've done somewhat of a annual Christmas letter. Although many think its evil-the form letter thing, many people on my Christmas list, I hear from once a year, live in all countries, and its a way of keeping in contact.. if only by a thread.
I'm having writters block this year. Can't grasp exactly what to write about: because in reflection of 2007, nothing really exciting happened, I never traveled far from home, and I didn't have any profound thoughts (SNICKER*). This of course is utter bullshit. And of course, if I decide to do the letter thang, there will have to be two versions: the pg, and the R. Which one will you get?
Toiling with the idea of composing a mix-cd for friends and the like. As music has been a huge comfort of sorts.....the music friends shared, the music I listened to in the airports, or drifting off to sleep.
I need to scrapbook today, and run out to Michaels for some supplies. I told you, you'd be sick of hearing about the Scapbook-a-thon-and its not over. If I started wrapping up No-name steaks book today, I'd be a happy camper.
I work this weekend. On Dec 8th, I have THREE, count 'em holiday parties to attend... and the snow hasn't fallen yet.
And when it was over, there was nothing to speak for itself. I didn't sleep well during the day, and called it a night early enough.
I dreamed that I went to this large and bizzare catch-all thirft store, on an out of the way place. They had cheap army clothes, skull beads, and a lot of tools that were housed in a wooden ware-house. The owner of the store was pleasant. I was on my way up to the "sanctuary". I was going to be there till the friday, after next friday.
Mr. Phat Borris Esq the First woke me up.
I put up my christmas tree, sorted through some decorations, and have an idea of who made the Christmas list, who I still need to shop for.
Every year, I've done somewhat of a annual Christmas letter. Although many think its evil-the form letter thing, many people on my Christmas list, I hear from once a year, live in all countries, and its a way of keeping in contact.. if only by a thread.
I'm having writters block this year. Can't grasp exactly what to write about: because in reflection of 2007, nothing really exciting happened, I never traveled far from home, and I didn't have any profound thoughts (SNICKER*). This of course is utter bullshit. And of course, if I decide to do the letter thang, there will have to be two versions: the pg, and the R. Which one will you get?
Toiling with the idea of composing a mix-cd for friends and the like. As music has been a huge comfort of sorts.....the music friends shared, the music I listened to in the airports, or drifting off to sleep.
I need to scrapbook today, and run out to Michaels for some supplies. I told you, you'd be sick of hearing about the Scapbook-a-thon-and its not over. If I started wrapping up No-name steaks book today, I'd be a happy camper.
I work this weekend. On Dec 8th, I have THREE, count 'em holiday parties to attend... and the snow hasn't fallen yet.