Whatever happened to keeping Valium in the house? Everything is non-drowsy these days.
Oi. Christmas. What I want for Christmas is not to be such a damn nutcase anymore. What I got was Pirates of the Carribean on dvd, an mp3 player, some money, yet another gift certificate to All Media (I never spend enough money there to justify gift certificates. Whatever happened to gift cards for Hot Topic, Best Buy, Borders... huh?), and... stuff. Stationary, notebooks, the sorts of things that are very nice, but that I never use. My grandmere also sent a scrapbook of my kiddie drawings and some pictures of me and my father (hehehe, blackmail... I have his, like, first grade class picture now! He's missing teeth!). Oh, and a book on Italy. That was good. And some candy.
It was a really 'ehhh...' sort of Christmas. I watched Pirates and wandered around trying to hold back tears. After Pirates, I gave up and took an almost nap, wherein I almost fell asleep. Talked to the people who claim to be related to me. Apparently my cousin, Jo, has met Sean Astin. Apparently he invited her to work on his next project... which is non-profit. But, my cousin is not Sean Astin, and she really needs to get paid for her time. Sad...
And I just got a picture in my email from panther. Commence guilt... I am now officially the worst person in the world.