WOOHOO!

I got out of work three hours early!

I got another Yuletide story finished!

I'm downloading Project Runway Canada so I can totally make my brother watch it today while we're killing time waiting to open presents!

Presents today! More tomorrow! Also, free food!

In summation: KITTY! *scampers off*

EDIT: Oh, man, why do I keep getting the same requests over and over again, damn it? *reloads bunches of times*

SON OF EDIT: Ha! I finally got my own request. :)

You know what I need to do next year for Yuletide?

There's a request on the list that just says, "RPF-Misc. Actors." Nothing else. And while a visit to the Dear Santa letter tells exactly which actors they want, all I could think when I saw it was, "OMG HARDCORE CRACK." I'm going to ask for that category next year and just say, "Pick whoever you want and write the crackiest idea that comes into your head. David Hasselhoff is secretly a magician! Paris, Lindsay and Britney are secretly Charlie's Angels! Ryan Seacrest is a giant chicken! Go nuts! WOOHOO."

And now I'm watching I Love the 80s and they just showed the trailer for Cloverfield and you know what? I've realized that I *adore* the situations JJ Abrams puts his characters in -- plane crash, giant monster attacking New York, soooo my type of shit -- and HAAAAATE the backstories. The more I read about the mythology behind Cloverfield, the more I don't want to go see it, which takes a lot when you're blowing shit up.

Nose to the grindstone, whatever the hell a grindstone is. And whatever the hell a nose is.

I got enough money and gift certificates tonight to put a tank of gas in my car and go to Borders on Thursday afternoon. Yay! I'm so easy to please. Send me to Borders, feed me, and let me write and I'm happy as can be. :)

Also, I've somehow managed to get four Yuletide stories (which includes my original assignment) done so far. One more and I'll have more done than I did last year. *rubs hands together in anticipation*

Almost midnight! WOOHOO!

EDIT: Aaaaaand that's five! SCORE.