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monday, december 24, 2001
oh, okay--it's really just 1 a.m. sunday night, but technically, that makes it monday, and if it is monday, then it is december 24th, and if it's december 24th, then by swedish standards it's officially christmas, so ha! it be christmas!
so, i opened the one remaining gift i had stashed away. (i figured if i had been in sweden it would be even more past midnight, so i was allowed) it was a sports watch. aww. i don't need one (for now, as i have my $5 wal-mart watch-necklace), but i realized it must have been suggested by my dad who still feels guilty about having to ask me for the watch that he gave me a few years ago back.
this years christmas gift official tally stands at: faboo book certificate from angela et. all that turned into three paperbacks, a watch from home, and a hyper cute stuffed snowman from garrett. all in all, quite the success. yey. :) (i just wish i'd been better able at dispensing gifts myself. i really, really suck. sigh. kick. kick. bought nothing. nada. zip. told you. kick, kick, kick.)
i groomed the dog's fuzzy face a bit. his eyes looked so pathetic trying to peek out behind several inches long fur. i tried to keep it as choppy as possible and leave enough to still have him look fuzzy. poor thing was seriously disturbed at the tiny pile of his hair i put on the table, but submitted as i told him he was a "good boy, yes, good boooooy, yes, so purty, yes you are, so puuuurty, good boy.." i felt like a bizarre fashion photographer. but yes, the dog does have eyes. hooray!
i also managed to misplace one of the half a million remote controls tonight. it's one of those weird instances where you know the slim time frame it must have been misplaced within, and you back track everywhere you could have possibly placed it, checking the crevices of the couch, any flat surface i may have been possessed to put it on, then check every place you know you haven't even remotely passed through all day long just to see if you had a possible brain fart, and yet nothing. poof, gone.
i'm not too worried--it will turn up soon enough, i'm sure of it, and i'll get to be all "what the fuck? i checked here! twice!!".. till then, i'm padding up to the teevee to adjust the volume like all our fore-fathers did. or. y'know. hrm. whatever. sigh.
just being a geeky and saying merry, merry again. because, technically, i can. and all that. cin cin! �� 1:12 a.m. (see? past midnight!)
