Dec. 9th, 2005

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Snow is fluffy white DEATH. I would invite the entire concept of snow to bite my big white ass, except it already did that, no invitation needed. It took me FOUR HOURS to get home from work. Gah!

New job is going very well as far as I can tell. I keep realizing that this is permanant all over again, and marvelling at how nice it feels to just...I don't know. I don't dread going there. It's not like I love every second of it, I wouldn't love every single second of any job (save, perhaps, Christian Bale's Fluffer or something), but I don't feel uncomfortable there. I don't feel like I'm constantly being attacked.

Yesterday after work I stopped off at the Faulkner to get my last check. I was very worried that I wouldn't make it before the Girls Who Hate the Sound of Laughter left for the day, but I caught them on the way out the door and we stood around chatting for a really long time, and it was awesome. I can't believe how much I miss them.

I am woefully underprepared for Christmas. It's seriously pathetic this year. You know what, though? Oh well. It's just Christmas, it's not like the world will end if I don't get fantastic gifts for everyone I know. Right? Right.

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