Okay, so the craft fairs are over and were pretty fun and even somewhat profitable, but they have left my brain dull and empty and sluggish in the face of a whole host of gift-wrangling, travelling, Dad-administrating duties that got shoved to the sidelines in the last couple of weeks. What I'm trying to say is: don't expect anything grand around here, kids. I'm gonna do the list thing for awhile:
THINGS I HATED TODAY
1) Seven o'clock in the morning.
2) My chapstick, nestled safely in the pocket of the pants I wore yesterday instead of being here with me.
3) My book, cuddled smugly next to the bed where I left it last night instead of being here with me.
4) The effing laser printer, which DOES NOT HAVE A PAPER JAM, by the way, YOU WHINEY LITTLE DRAMA QUEEN.
5) The bathrooms at work: access to, and cleanliness of.
6) The hiccups.
7) The telephone.
8) The cold.
9) My cold.
10) James Taylor and his insufferable strain of agressive blandness, my god, listening to him do a cover of an actual fun song is like getting attacked by a roving gang of giant, animate Valium tablets.
11) AAAAAAAUGH! (AAAAAAAAUGH?!?!?!)
12) All sentences that begin "I need your help with..." "I have a problem..." "Where is the...?" or "Just one thing..."
13) The infernally appealing smell of someone's damn fancypants egg-and-cheese sandwich, damn damn damn you, go away and leave me alone and leave your damn delicious sandwich here, I will look after it I promise.
14) No more chocolates in the breakroom?! Damn!