dramaturgy: ([SPN] One of those days.)
dramaturgy ([personal profile] dramaturgy) wrote2009-11-30 05:57 pm

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Argh.

I made a To Do list in the Gassner meeting this afternoon but it may as well be called "Things I Don't Want To Do." But I know I have to. :(

And then I got a phone call from some bill collector lady that says I owe the doctor in DeWitt money that I REALLY DON'T HAVE and so I called my parents and they said they'd take care of it except they obviously didn't. In conclusion, don't trust anyone else to take care of things for you. Ever. Especially when it involves your credit rating. It's only going to end badly.

My mom bothered me for a Christmas list last night on the phone so I made one and sent it to my dad to print out. How much do you guys want to bet that that's never going to make it to her either? Yeah, I didn't think so. It's mostly stuff that I am either reasonably sure can be acquired (i.e. books by Bernard Cornwell. He is not so obscure that a mid-sized bookstore in the Quad Cities is not going to have him in stock) or things that I have little to no chance of actually getting and so am not actually expecting to see it (i.e. a BlackBerry, a book of lectures on Othello, and the complete series of Rome). Things I would like that I can't actually put on a Christmas list: more time, more time to sleep, a time machine (are you noticing a pattern?), that people would stop being assholes, a cure for being homesick.

Then I read a spoilery interview with Sera Gamble and I want it to be January now. :( But it put me in a better mood temporarily. They seriously have to have the most amazing writer's room ever.

[identity profile] kaesa.livejournal.com 2009-12-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
My father keeps asking me what to get for my mom for Christmas, and she keeps complaining at me about how horrible he is and how he always gets her ugly things and how she wishes he would just listen to what she says she wants for Christmas, because she's told him what she wants, over and over and over.

Then I ask her what she wants, and she says she doesn't know, she hasn't thought about it at all, actually, and she doesn't know.

I am beginning to understand why some people hate Christmas.