December 2009
7 posts
So Christmas is…what, Friday? Mostly all my gifts are bought, just need to take a trip to the liquor store and grab some last minute 6 packs and bottles of stuff for people. But I’m just not feeling it yet. There is this overwhelming feeling that I’m forgetting something, that I’m in the wrong place, that I have millions of things to do when really, I have nothing going on...
Zombie gingerbread? Yessir. →
So whoop de doo.
It’s my day off and I’m sick.
I had to scrap the plan of shopping all day in Philly and stay in bed instead. I spent the better part of this morning with a terrible headache, surrounded by massive piles of dirty laundry and Mikey the cat kneading in my thighs with her sharp claws. Tomato soup, hot tea, and Garfield’s Christmas should do the trick, eh?
wah wah.
Recently, my parents shared something personal with me.
“Please do not come home on Wednesday nights, Thursday nights, or Sunday mornings. We want to spend more time with each other.”
Take it as you will.
I was told this by my father, while I sat on the living couch, playing Dr. Mario on my contrast color Gameboy. My first reaction was that of almost a five year old: I wanted to...