Roger that, squadron leader. We have a confirmed slacker at 9 o’clock. Repeat, slacker status confirmed.
Only five more days until Christmas, only one more day until i get on a plane home, and it’s been 12 whole days since i’ve said anything! Hmm, twelve days, it’s Christmastime… coincidence? Excuse me whilst i break into song:
Ahem. So it’s been a very busy week, traveling a lot for work, running last minute errands. I’ve delivered all the gifts that were under the tree to their recipients (save those that will fly with me to MT) and mailed all the cards (some as far away as europe!). I’ve gone through a gallon of eggnog since thanksgiving, although there’s still some ham left, if anybody wants a sandwich. Had a great steak dinner and threw some peanut shells on the floor with cuz Michelle, it was great talking with her. Jason, Julia, Patrick and i enjoyed Julia’s and my cooking and a couple bottles of wine, along with several hours of playing playstation. Chicken ragu with Libby. Christmas shopping downtown with Steph. More Christmas shopping with Libby. Still more Christmas shopping at home on the internet. Haven’t even started to pack – that’s what saturday morning’s for. Don’t have to worry about being distracted by watching cartoons, since the cable got shut off. Pretty efficient over there at at&t, i only cancelled it in august. People keep asking “have you seen that commercial where…?” or “did you see [show] last week?” and i of course say no. It’s difficult to be part of the mtv generation without mtv. And i think that might be a good thing, cause i’ve never really felt that connected to the mtv generation anyway, and if mindless drivel like survivor is what this generation’s about, i’ll happily opt-out.
I’m really excited to go home, and forget about my bills and deadlines and everything for a whole week. It’s going to be great. Mom and Danielle have already started baking holiday goodies, which i intend to completely pork out on. I may need two adjacent seats for the flight back to Seattle. I do wish i would have my car there, as there’s a bunch of things i want to show Dad and ask him about. But that’ll have to wait until the next time he comes to visit, at which point i can take him to the BBQ place Michelle introduced me to, and we can spend the evening throwing peanut shells on the floor.