I got up and cleaned up the kitchen and showered and tried to find things to entertain myself in the interest of preserving my sanity.

Matt, Becca, Samantha, and Monkey Boy all went to College Station this afternoon/evening. They ate at the Olive Garden and Red Lobster respectively.

I had Arby's roast beef sandwiches. At 9:45 p.m. *sigh* Oh well, I'm lucky I got anything, I guess. Matt was very insistent on bringing me something back. He even called right before he left the big city to see what I wanted. I wanted Fazoli's, but it was crazy busy, so I got Arby's. I like it anyway, and we don't have one here.

I was starving by 9:45, so what did I care?

He got a puppy last night. Argh. It's a courgey (and I probably didn't spell that right). It's cute and all, we just didn't need another animal. They're too much trouble. It's like having freaking kids.

Linda's present still hasn't come, so I'm freaking out now. I have to have it to her by the 16th for the board Christmas party, and I don't have it, so how the heck am I gonna get it to her? Stupid USPS.

I'm also praying to God that Aunt Iona spews forth Christmas money tomorrow before my parents leave her place, or else Dad, Ethan, Becca, and anyone else on my Christmas list aren't getting squat.

At least I finally finished Sarah's archive tonight. Cheapest present I ever made. Now I just have to decide when to give it to her. I mean, if I was sending her something, she'd get it early, so I guess I just need to pick a date. I've still gotta make a guestbook button for it, but that's the only thing left to do. It's purty, if I do say so myself. hee

I need to go to bed soon. Church in the morning. *thinks of 8:00 a.m.* Uuuuugggghhh. I'm also totally torn about tomorrow night. If it was just regular service, I'd skip out and watch Alias. lol But the Christmas program is tomorrow night, so I really want to go. I'm going to have to have someone else tape Alias, but I really don't trust anyone else with it, you know? They don't cut commercials, what if the VCR conks and they're not paying attention... You know, anything could go wrong.

I'm sorry, I'm just sadly, sadly addicted to that show.

Odd segue, but speaking of addiction... I read in an official obit today for Glenn Quinn that the cause of this death was an apparent drug overdose. I didn't know he had a problem, but there were a couple of people on my Angel board that said they knew he'd had one in the past. That's just sad. Truly the most pointless of deaths.

Have you ever started writing something and just didn't know what you were doing? That's what happened to me last night. I started writing this new Alias fic, and I've got nearly three pages, and it's not a lot of anything, and I don't know where I'm going with it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I actually want to do a whole story, complete with mission, but we'll see how that goes. I usually don't do too well with long.

Which is going to put a kink in that little dream of writing a novel I've had lately. I just don't even know what I want to write a novel about. I've been thinking about it for years, but I just don't have any fresh ideas. I'm starting to think I'll just be an anonymous rip off artist for the rest of my life, at least where writing's concerned.

All I know is I need to write something and make oodles of money off it. *sigh*

I really better go now. It's 12:15 a.m. and 8's gonna come early.

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