John is the best, as I already knew but it is once again proven. Monday we celebrated my very merry Unbirfday since I was going to be working Tuesday my real birfday, so after a delicious dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and picking my car up from work where I left it Sunday night (John had picked me up since I had had NO SLEEP and was not safe for ANYTHING especially crazy freeways) I parked (in the usual spot, bitchwhore neighbor hadn't had the the balls to steal the spot while the car was missing), heard an odd thump from my office window, and started to come in the house when John waylaid me. On the table was a stack of boxes and a stub of a candle, so I made a SEKRET wish and gave him much hugging. The boxes contained a copy of
Mythology: Myths, Legends, & Fantasies, and a copy of
The Annotated Brothers Grimm, which I might add has the older not-so-cleaned-up versions of the stories, like where Cinderella's stepsisters get their eyes pecked out, which is nigh impossible to find since everyone wants the pretty happy shiny stories, not the real ones. The last box contained a wonderful kinetic ladies watch, titanium and crystal, so this baby's gonna last me forever and is remarkably not masculine, which is the main characteristic of most kinetic watches other than the kineticness. It is not girly at all either, just simple and clean lines, the way I like it. And the hands and tick lines glow in the dark. YAY!
Now I must start getting ready for work, though I just twisted the fuck out my ankle. :(((((((((