• Mood: tired
• Music: Roy Orbison, "I Drove All Night"

Happy holiday of your choice!

Wow, I am tired. And I'm not even really sure why. Well, actually, I think I'm coming down with something (boo).

Meanwhile!

*** MOAR SHOPPING ***

I think we're done now, though. I mean, we better be. Mom and I spent the afternoon wrapping the last few things--well, she wrapped and I bow-ed, because she wraps like a ninja and I... don't. I mean, I can wrap. I'm just... very slow and... clumsy. The paper is inevitably jagged on the edges and a bit crumpled around the folds. Also, I broke half my fingernails in the process this afternoon (mostly because I kept dropping things and attempting to catch them. And I have short nails, so it hurts like a bitch to break them). But we won't be up at midnight this year wrapping against the clock, which is good.

(Seriously, I had a bunch of things I wanted to talk about--another wackadoo dream I had, for example--but I can barely muster the strength to type. Something is wrong with me, y'all.)

We're having a big--well, you know, we're not really having a big dinner because it only involves five people, but it's a lot more effort than usual, that kind of "big." There will be roast beast beef, which fortunately has been in a crockpot all day so it wasn't any trouble, and then I think Sister Girl is going to make sugar cookies. Also, there may be punch. If there is punch, my portion will be spiked, I can tell you that much.

Also, this is the first Christmas Sister Girl's had a boyfriend that I didn't want to punch in the face, so I've got that going for me.

Oh, and I got a couple of packages today--Rachel? I don't know your username! Leave me a comment or an LJ PM or something!

The other, we will speak of later.