almost profound

i don’t know what happened. i had so much to say last night i forced myself away from the computer and into bed. but today… i’m giving out the chocolates i made. everyone seems so pleased with them, too! sandy told me she was “very proud” of me. gee, and i thought i was just making sweets. either way, i love giving people stuff and it’s nice that they like them. i made the right choice. phew.
i’m running out of time. i have to go get dad’s xmas present and his birthday card tonight and hopefully find something for my mom’s cousin who’s living with her and something for the aunt, uncle & cousins whom i’ll be visiting regardless of what my mother thinks. ack, and i should get something for pat & bob and maybe tim & edna, although i doubt i’ll have a chance to see them. i’ll only be on the island for two-and-a-bit days.
tomorrow, i’m taking dad out for his birthday dinner even though his birthday is really thursday. thursday, i should be able to go find something to take to my step-cousin’s dinner thingie saturday. friday, is cards, as usual. saturday is the dinner thingie. sunday, dean & i are going to go see lord of the rings. monday morning, i’m catching a ferry to the island. i really should phone her and let her know my schedule. my mom, that is.
now, i’m going to enter more applicant info and produce another two-hundred “sucks to be you” letters. then i’m going to go eat thai food for lunch. when i return, i’ll enter more resumes and disappoint employment petitioners. it always makes me feel so smug. “nyah-nyah. i work here and you don’t!” have i mentioned lately that i’m evil?
a couple of quotes which made me think. i sent heather’s daughter, rowan, a big plushie clifford doll for her fourth birthday last month. it seems she actually likes it:
“Oh, and hopefully I’ll get a picture of this before she stops – Rowan has taken to riding the Clifford you sent her around the house, like a horse. It’s quite funny to watch. She sleeps with him (there’s hardly room in the bed for her with all her stuffed things in there now!), and says each night ‘Clifford keeps me safe when it’s dark.'”
doesn’t that just make you want to cry? okay, maybe not; but, i teared up reading it, dammit.
my second quote is an odd little conversation i had with iain earlier this morning:
me:  you don’t know how dark and dreary my life has been without ennui.
iain:  that sounds wrong, out of context… almost profound