Christmas shopping causes a feeling of overwhelming exhaustion and discomfort. I suggest avoiding it.

That Tears It.

I'm buying all my toiletries from Walmart from now on. Now, don't get me wrong. I hate Walmart just as much as the next person, but I sure don't hate how they're $4 less for a large jug of shampoo than it costs to buy a much smaller bottle at the store I work for. Even at discount, I get nothing like that. Points? Who gives a shit? I'd rather have money in my pocket, not points I'm always hesitant to spend.

Dear John was a really good book. Proven dead wrong to not expect much from it, I was sad when it was finished. Maybe it's because all the books I tend to read are filled with eccentric characters. Sometimes, there are 'normal' people, and, sometimes, they have stories too. That's what this taught me. That said, I won't be sad to read another zany story. I like me a crazy character here or there or everywhere. This one reached into my chest and massaged my heart (non-sexually) to remind me (not that I need reminding) that life is very, very good right now; it also seemed to scream at me, "Don't screw it up!" You should read it, if you're at a loss for something to fall into this spring.

I'm so far surpassing my quiet goal of reading a novel per month this year. I know that's not a lot, but when I clean my house and I cook and I work several jobs and I go for drives with a certain boy 70 times a week, reading a book is a great accomplishment. So far I'm at 3... or 4. One of them was a book of short stories, and although I'm not really counting it, I really felt you should know.

Every day is another trip to the mall for me. Closet organizing things, mostly, to make the most of my vertical space. And hooks. Plenty of hooks. I'm pretty sure either my bulletin board or full-length mirror (both??) will fall down in the middle of the night. Oop. Let's hope those hooks are structurally sound.

Living this far from a Tim Hortons leaves much to be desired. Actually... between this site and this one, I'm learning that the longest it could possibly take me to walk to the nearest Tim Hortons is ten (10) minutes. Hm! I'd rather just make a tea here. Walking downtown would take 20 minutes. That's actually not that bad! That's less than it (according to those sites) will take me to walk to work. How many minutes would it take me to walk to England??

Got my Omega-3s today from a lunchtime snack of cheese, crackers, and smoked, seasoned rainbow trout. Delicious!