 Need a Little Music |
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It is an absolute witch's teat of a day outside. Excuse me, but I do not wish to live in a city where the windchill decides to be 24 degrees the day after it was 74 degrees outside. It's just not good for the psyche. If my site is doing some weird stuff right now, it's because I pulled it for a little while and getting everything back up again has been kind of tricky and stupid. My FTP program hates me and freezes constantly. So, sorry if anything is broken; I'm working on it. I just ate a buttery graham cracker dipped in chocolate, toffee, and pecans for breakfast to soothe myself from the freezing horror of delivering the gifts and dinners for the needy. We're getting off at noon, and I plan to make haste to my bed for a short winter's nap before heading over to Shelley's for the annual wine blast. Last night I met some friends out and we gaped at the actor from our high school who is almost too good-looking to be an actual real live person as we always end up doing every few years when he deigns to grace that bar with his presence when he comes home from Hollywood. We kept getting busted staring, but it was okay. I've decided that what I really need to do for Christmas is listen to Patrick Wilson's rendition of "We Need a Little Christmas" on repeat until December 26th. It is so winning and I love singing along with it so much that I want to kiss Patrick Wilson right through my CD even though his hair is frightfully bad in the Phantom movie. I never heard him sing as Curly in Oklahoma, but judging from his voice and personality on this Christmas song, I can only imagine that he kicked all kinds of ass even if I think he once dated Jennifer Love Hewitt. Either way, crush on Patrick Wilson? Totally have one. Once again, night of wretched sleep last night. Don't know what's going on. Am just feeling kind of spastic these days and am having trouble settling down. Keep having weird dreams. Last night I got stranded on the Lost island and kept trying to find a way to send a letter home and it was all very upsetting. I got my hair cut! Jesus. He chopped off like five inches and put in some long layers. It's still past my shoulders. He tried to convince me to let him cut one stray random skinny bangs piece but I had to reign him in. I had a tipping crisis when I didn’t know if you're supposed to be tipping the owner because it's Christmas but I didn't. I gave the shampoo lady $10 instead of the usual $5. I hope that was okay. Much talk these days about our football coach. People act like it's some kind of missile crisis or an alien invasion for all of the drama and gossip it's causing. My hairdresser told me that the coach had sat in the very chair where I was earlier that day and of course said that he had not made up his mind yet. At least his hair will look good for the big announcement. I guess I'm ready for Christmas. Presents are all bought and wrapped. Plans are mostly all made. I extended an invitation on a whim that I somewhat regret now as I feel it might be met with abject horror, but what can I say, I was convinced by my sister's declaration, "We're Southerners, for the love of God, and we need to act like it." About this time in ...
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