Whew. I am done with all of my Christmas shopping. I make it sound like such a fucking chore, but I spent about three hours out this morning and everything else I ordered online. And part of the time this morning was spent buying shit for myself. And by "part" I mean "most." I bought exactly one present at the mall, yet visited five stores and left with bags from all of them. That's not exactly true. I put everything into one bag because I Love the Earth.
And I managed to get all the food I need for our cousins' shindig tonight and the family Christmas tomorrow. I wish there was an easier way to say "my dad's side of the family." In normal conversation I just refer to "The My Irish Last Names." However, as much personal shit as I spew here, I'm just not at all comfortable with everyone knowing my last name. I suppose I could always pick a random Irish last name and use that. That seems kinda dumb, though.
Tonight should be a blast. My cousins are awesome. Just like the big family thing tomorrow, we will be drinking and eating entirely too much food and getting loud. My sister is bringing Guitar Hero. It's gonna rock.
Ooooh! I got my ugly sweater for the pub crawl next Saturday, too. I spent a bit more money than I wanted to, but my desire to avoid any sort of shopping that doesn't involve food or booze for a while seemed worth spending an extra $10 or so.
Since I took my half-day this morning, I should really get in the shower now so I can work from home, which of course means working pantsless. Sweet freedom! Wrapping all those presents can wait until tomorrow. Or Sunday, when I can do it drunk.