oddly, i’m not really scroogey (that is if you’re even allowed to be scroogey *after* xmas); but i just don’t feel like writing. not in any sort of detail, at least.
i’m home from mom’s and grateful for it. the longer i live away from home, the more i miss my own space when i’m away. i got good gifts and the gifts i gave went over very well. i had two turkey dinners and a turkey leftovers yesterday. if i start to gobble, please don’t shoot me.
i’m going to spend the weekend installing my new 40 gigabyte hard drive and all the programs which will go on it. oh, i’m also going to read. i have three books on my “must read” list right now. either that or i’m going to be spending far too much time up at meghan’s playing with their new ps2.
oh right.. it’s thursday, isn’t it? here you go:
“Rocky Racoon” by The Beatles
i wonder if heather knows the words to this yet…
Um, nope, can’t say I do! And, hey, way to go for not wimping out and going home for the entire xmas weekend. :)
i’m with ya. the anticlimax has begun…