Ouch.
It's 8:37 here. I should really get up, go hit two stores for groceries and such, bathe, clean the bathroom, do the dishes, wash my car, update my files, balance my checkbooks, contact my landlord. . .
*sigh*
Much of this is predicated by another trip to another store. I am spending so much friggin money these days. I Must Be Stopped.
On the plus side, I have something to bring to Christmas dinner. Like the wise man in the story of old, I will bring the Gift of Hooch. Merry Ramazaakah and happy transubstantiation to everybody.
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