Christmas shopping slays me dead with death of horrible not-alive-ness

Dec 14, 2008 23:50

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Mom
François
Grandma
Secret Santa
Sarah
Mom's stocking
George
Renato
Janet
cards for certain people who shall remain nameless
a book for a certain other person who shall remain nameless because she's on my flist

I braved the Eaton Centre today. Afternoon. And I didn't die. I thought it would be a suicide mission, but it was okay! It was much busier than I like my malls, but there you have it. I asked for it, it's friggin December. This is what happens.

In other news, I'm exhausted and it took me 20 minutes to write this crummy entry. And I have to wake up in a few hours for volunteering and then go to ANOTHER mall, FURTHER AWAY to pick something up for SOMEONE *EYES RENATO*. Darnit Dadgummit.
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