Friday, December 21, 2007

72 Hours and Counting

With exhaustion at an all-time high, the last of the performances over (with the exception of a vocal marathon on Christmas Eve) the only thing that stands in the way of anything that even vaguely resembles a vacation is a butt-load of Christmas shopping. JOY!

I spent the morning compiling a comprehensive list of giftees, gifters, ideas and that ever famuous column: where the heck am I going to go to get this stuff? Although tomorrow I'll be racing around with the other losers procrastinators discriminating shoppers, I'm hoping my shopping list will give me a leg up on the rest of humanity.

Until then, I'd better hit it and git it. My dogs are barking.
And I don't even HAVE any dogs.

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