Virtual Paper

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This will probably be a very short entry. I'm very tired after a day of work, partying at work, shopping after work, and wrapping after shopping. I realize that for a friday, the night is rather young, but I keep thinking about how I have to leave the house at FIVE AM tomorrow to go hang with my sister in Utica, NY. Thank goodness my mother's driving. I will be sleeping for most of that trip, I'm sure. That is... unless the Steeler game comes on while we're still on the road.

I encountered a sales lady today who was so very nice that I just wanted to take her home and keep her like any other nice thing. She was pleasant and bent over backwards go make sure that the product I was buying was top-notch and was very patient with my indecisiveness. (I can't disclose the location of this sales lady, as it was a Christmas gift that I was purchasing and I don't want any hints to leak.) Anyway, she was very nice, and that's always pleasant because the sales people at this time of year are usully wandering around in circles, twitching and muttering, "Saffron... sa-sa-saaafron potatoes... sneaky sneaky." But this lady seemed as if she wasn't phased in the slightest by the crowds and angry shoppers who waited til the last minute and now can't find anything they want. It's refreshing to meet friendly sales people. She was awesome.

I came up with the awesomest idea for my mom's present today. I already bought her main present, but I encountered a really great supplemental present while I was at the mall. I love it when that happens.

Everyone's away message is like, "My significant other rocks!" Sometimes that bothers me.

I wish I had some food. But it seems silly to eat this late at night, when I know that I'm just going to be going to bed soon. After all, the main reason we eat is for energy fuely stuff... I'm not going to need energy fuely stuff while I'm in dreamland, so what's the point?

My toolbar is telling me I have a new email message. I'm gonna go check that.

// posted by Claire @ 12:33 AM