There aren't nearly enough naps in my life right now.

-- I lopped all of my hair off yesterday. I mean, I paid someone else to do it, obviously, but ... yeah. All gone. My hair is a ninja, you can't see it!

-- I sat down at four intending to write Supernatural fic and have spent the ensuing time since trying to get my internet connection to stop spazzing out. The annoying thing is that I really rather desperately want to go out and buy a wireless router I can't afford and much like with that pen I made the mistake (at least, it's a mistake when you're selfish and want new shinies like I do) of talking about wanting one in front of my mom, i.e. the one who does all the Christmas shopping. *sigh*

-- Last night at work we found out that one of the CDs we're getting from the company as a "Christmas present" -- and I don't know about you, but I'd prefer cash -- is Josh Groban's Christmas album. Which has so many strikes against it at this point -- it being a Josh Groban CD, the personal pet peeve of getting Christmas-related items as Christmas presents (like, thanks, I'll have a lot of fun with this NEXT YEAR), the fact that most of us have spent entire shifts running it and are sick of even seeing it -- I may just drop it out my kitchen window or relegate it to the same shelf as the Barbra Streisand DVD they gave us last year.

-- I overslept and missed my pretty gay soap boys. ARGH.