YAWN…mmm…mhmm….Huh? Omigod! Omigod, what time is it? What day is it? How long have I been asleep? A week?! An Earth week or, like, a Mercury week? Crap! A full week of my life–an important one, I might add–and I’ve slept through it all!
Why are you looking at me like that? Seriously, there must have been something in that bread pudding I had for lunch last Friday, ’cause the last thing I remember is leaving work and getting home and laying down on the bed for a little rest before dinner and…. Don’t arch your eyebrow in my direction. What? You don’t believe me? Well, honestly…. I thought you had more faith in me than that. I mean, really.
Okay, I admit it: I’m fibbin’. Not that you couldn’t tell. Those of you who know me know good and damn well I have a hard time sleeping past sunrise, so how the hell could I make it through seven of ’em?
Fact of the matter is, I’ve been very busy this week. What with meeting mom and sis and cranking out a half-assed one-act musical in four days flat–a musical that opens in two weeks, mind you!–and unpacking and working and…well, I believe Jim Backus said it best when he said, “I need a vacation.”
But more about all that later. That’s pages and pages and pages of writing, and right now, I just wanna sit here with a warm glow and reflect upon it all.
I would, however, like to make an announcement: given that it’s the day after Thanksgiving and therefore the unofficial start of the holiday shopping season, it’s time to unleash the Secret Santa again! For those who missed it last year, here’s how it works:
1. You set up an Amazon.com wish list with all the goodies you want for Chris-kwaanz-ukah. Keep at least a few items in the $10-$15 range. Belts are tightened this year, dearie; be considerate of others’ last-season Vuitton pocketbooks.
2. Then, send me your Amazon screen name, your Amazon email address, and the url of your wish list by December 7 (that’s two weeks, folks).
3. After harmonizing my auras and drinking three 8-ounce cups of Lapsang Souchong tea, I’ll work some elfin magic and pair you up with a name I’ve pulled from a moth-ravaged wiglet.
4. I’ll send you an email with the name of your Secret Sturtle–er, Secret Santa–along with the link to her/his wish list.
5. Spread the holiday love, Mary-san!
And yes, just like last year, I’ll post all the participants and their respective wish lists. You non-dotcommmers who are still making bank might wanna spread a little extra joy, you know what I’m sayin’.
Let the holiday magic…begin!
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