I’m taking tomorrow off with the plan to get the shopping all wrapped the fuck up. I will likely fail.

In other news, I’ve been rocking the sound of loneliness with the beau on a business trip. It’s freakish how you just kind of get accustomed to the breathing next to you and notice when it ain’t there. On the other hand, I’ve trashed the apartment with craft projects unabashedly. Totally loving the freedom to litter.

Tonight’s big craft news was completing my completely retardly awesome Christmas card with the worst pun ever, printing it and writing up the old seasonal greetings. I tasted vomit in my mouth from the treacly reality that I have officially become the kind of gal who signs her name and her mate’s together like it’s one entity. Eww. But, he is a featured player in the featured artwork, and I am quite fond of the boy.

I am digging the card a lot. It’s very stupid and yet I am disproportionately proud of my own cleverness. It’s a sad level of conceit.

With the day off tomorrow, I’m planning a bit of weblogging recording of what is some core awesomeness of my Cali life. But, again, sugar sweet and bile enducing happiness. Blah.