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So I'm completely at a loose end waiting for the slackers I celebrate with to wake the hell up. I have few options, surprisingly enough. Or rather, none that appeal.
Okay, in writing that, and starting a whine about how miserable it can be to celebrate Christmas at a house you don't live at any more, so you don't have any books to distract you, I thought of like ten things that I need to do. So I guess I'm off to see which one I can get working on before everyone wakes up, approximately ten minutes after I start.
Plans for this weekend include taking pictures of everything I have ever promised to take pictures of and uploading them, finally finishing some sewing, balancing my checkbook omg, and getting all the stuff that needs to be sent to other places for the holidays finished and on their way.
Not that I procrastinate or anything.
Also posting the money essay (made harder by having relevant computers in two different places) and writing about why I hate real mail, emails, and phone calls. Cause I finally figured it out. I'm slow.
And, finally, Happy Christmas to you, whether you celebrate it or not. I'm getting the hang of forcing my beliefs down other peoples' throats...Thanks, GW! Your system is working for me!
Now I have to go declare war on Bellevue.
Okay, in writing that, and starting a whine about how miserable it can be to celebrate Christmas at a house you don't live at any more, so you don't have any books to distract you, I thought of like ten things that I need to do. So I guess I'm off to see which one I can get working on before everyone wakes up, approximately ten minutes after I start.
Plans for this weekend include taking pictures of everything I have ever promised to take pictures of and uploading them, finally finishing some sewing, balancing my checkbook omg, and getting all the stuff that needs to be sent to other places for the holidays finished and on their way.
Not that I procrastinate or anything.
Also posting the money essay (made harder by having relevant computers in two different places) and writing about why I hate real mail, emails, and phone calls. Cause I finally figured it out. I'm slow.
And, finally, Happy Christmas to you, whether you celebrate it or not. I'm getting the hang of forcing my beliefs down other peoples' throats...Thanks, GW! Your system is working for me!
Now I have to go declare war on Bellevue.
