Title: Merry almost-Christmas
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Merry Christmas, y'all. Or close to it, anyway. I'm about to go throw a few dozen loads of laundry into the wash and start hunting for my Big Fucking Bag (tm) so I can pack. I did the token time at the office today and came home after stopping off with Diana for a beer at the local sports bar. Now I'm tweaking Majordomo and talking to Vanyel on Eagle's Nest. EN is dropping packets all over the floor right now. Feh. The carrier pigeon packet carrier must have stopped for a smoke.
Ian and I bought each other cell phones for Christmas. They're terribly cute and extremely handy. I get geek points for having nation-wide digital coverage now, ya know. Mississippi is, naturally, deep in analog hell, but hey. The next thing I want is a Handspring Visor. I swear that's all I want. Really. Remember, I'm still trying to simplify.
Speaking of such things, I'm going to take my sketchbook and art supplies with me down to Mississippi, and I am going to relax if it kills me. I think my mom has my old tackle box from college with all my brushes and paint and stuff. Not that I have anywhere to paint around here, but I bet I could work something out. I'm taking the Sculpey Cynthia gave me too (bless her heart). And dammit, I'm not going to geek out. Much.
Okay. Laundry time. I probably won't update tomorrow -- I'll be lucky if I get online at all -- so all of you kids have a wonderful Christmas. Happy Hannukah (belated), happy Solstice (retroactively), merry Christmas, good Kwanzaa and happy Saturday (for you who don't celebrate any holiday). Be safe and happy, and spend the day with someone you love.
-- marcie.