after taking such a long hiatus from writing, it’s hard to get back on the wagon. sometimes i get so busy living life that i don’t have time to document it. but i have stories to tell. though, i think, most of them will have to wait until after wednesday, because that’s when i start my TWELVE day vacation from work. TWELVE days off in a row. i can’t wait. i’m hoping to wear pajamas for a good 40% of that time.

today, i spent doing my most favorite things in the world — napping and practicing. it’s been glorious. i’m hoping to rub one more out tonight, making for a delightful sunday threepeat. i also did a little bit of christmas shopping. a very little, and a great big amount of grocery shopping. it truly is a christmas miracle that i made it out of the Super T without a trail of dead in my wake.

in other news i nearly had to rip out sister #4’s kidneys and feed them to the cats. see, if i decide to be so kind as to make a delectable dinner featuring chicken parmesean, and you decide to bug me incessantly about how it’s taking longer than the 25 minutes i quoted, you are totally losing a body part, got it? because that’s what she did. she bugged me for two fucking hours about how she was hungry, and when i invited her to make her own damn dinner she decided to wait. and then bitched the entire fucking time i was cooking.

shouldn’t i at least get to flick her in the head for being so annoying, even it does make me a cold-hearted woman who cares only for myself?